And these trees grew and grew, till the shadow of each was like a green hall, and their red berries in the autumn were a burden, and a beaut...

And these trees grew and grew, till the shadow of each was like a green hall, and their red berries in the autumn were a burden, and a beauty and a wonder. Birds used to flock there. I like birds, even when they chatter; and the rowan has enough and to spare

Imagine a landscape where tall, verdant trees have continued to grow until their shadows form a lush, green hall. It's autumn, and the trees bear heavy burdens of dazzling red berries that take your breath away with their beauty and marvel. You see an array of birds flocking to these trees, making their ...