The soft breezes of rhythm are orchestrating along with the tree’s silent song while other plants are waving their branches like arms up and down cheering like a concert happening only for their ears.

A Tulip tree just a few meters behind, questions him, “Mr
Manmohak Rosewood, you have been singing for a long period still how is it that
these tall strange beings are unaffected by your melodious voice?

Are they deaf? “