As I sit in this tree I hear the repetitive chirping of birds all around me.  I see the distant geese in the fog like little black dots in a vast emptiness. I feel the cool breeze sweep through my hair as if it were on fire, while hearing the sweetness of the birdsong like a five minute opera. I smell the sap in this maple and my mouth waters at the vision of fresh maple syrup. I hear the peck of a woodpecker as it slowly chips the bark off the tree that I am sitting in. I see a colossal flock of crows like the black wings of night. I see the turkeys scattered on the ground like eleven pastries pecking at the table.
-Eli Harris