What kind of music do you hear in the great trees?

Me sing you sweet song the trees sing to me. And this is the song she sung, the silvery voice imitating the winds and swaying branches. She commenced with a low, soft, sighing sound; her lovely hands and arms moving slowly and gracefully above and around her swaying head. Then the leaves on all the trees began to flutter, her little fingers quivering and fluttering as did her voice. Her motions and voice changed rapidly as she represented the leaves of the different trees of the forest; the trembling flutter of the poplar; her little fingers would straighten out like the needles of the pine, and her voice would sing a mournful hush; then the beach, the oak, the maple, the cotton-wood, all were represented. Then the wind would blow with greater power, and the gale would become so strong that her arms and body swayed in all directions, until she would nearly touch the floor at every motion; her voice exactly imitating the sighing, rushing, roaring wind, Gust after gust, now would strike the trees; then all at once she stood motionless, her eyes flashing, her breast heaving. Then the scream of an eagle broke the silence, her arms waving majestically as he soared aloft. Then all the little frightened birds began to chirp and flutter; some flying to their nests, others with little screams of fright, scurrying before the wind. Suddenly she drew a glittering sword from her girdle, that had hitherto been concealed by the folds of her crimson skirt, and flashed it with such rapidity in all directions, that it nearly blinded us; then amid her gustful swayings, the low thunder muttered; then more screaming of frightened birds; then with a swish, swash, swish, the rain came down in floods. Again and again the rain came down in torrents. Again and again the lightning flashed, the rain beat and poured, the trees waved and swayed madly in the gale, the thunder muttered, bellowed, roared and crashed; suddenly she appeared as if broken at the waist; her head fell to the floor, her long black hair lying in a wide circle all about it and she made a noise like the splitting and breaking of a tree in the wind; then righting herself she represented the wind as blowing with great fury; then again the lightning flashed with blinding force; rip! split! split! rip! A tree had been struck and torn to pieces.

The Discovered Country