Overhead, in the spring sunshine, the trees whispered together of the glory that descended upon them when the lovely blossoms and leaves began to appear, and the forest glowed with fair, clear colors
The river, glad of new strength and rejoicing in the unison of all its waters, murmured to the shores in music, telling of its release from icy fetter and the nightly work to which it was rushing: the wheels of mills to be turned and ships to be floated to the sea.