In Everton Forest

The place was a symphony of sweet sound the melodies of nature enough to astound even the most deaden'd of senses. There was such an abundance of delicious charm that the spirit felt awash in a glorious and soothing balm./ Above - in the lush green canopy the birds trilled, to burst, clamouring to be the very first announcers of the pearly dawn./ The murmur of the nearby stream with its throngs of reeds, lush and tall swayed and rustled in the early breeze while far-off could be heard the muted roar of a great waterfall. Far above a solitary falcon called and circled then spotting some far-off prey, hurled itself down like an arrow. The fresh and invigorating breeze whispered sonorously throght the trees, a sighing accompaniment to the staccato "rat-a-tat-tat" of a pair of brilliant plumaged woodpeckers.