Little poets

Kos here. My five-year-old son and I were out for a drive yesterday doing errands, when he noticed trees swaying strongly in gusty wind. He pointed at one and said, “The trees are dancing!” I laughed quietly, and said, “No, it’s the wind blowing them around.”

He pondered that for a second or two, then said, “So the wind is like music to the trees, right?”

I’m still pondering that.

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