A tree stands alone on a hill, lit by weak sunlight, swaying in a gentle breeze. Its leaves flutter, glittering as they flip asynchronously from light side to dark and back again. A flock of birds shuffles along the upper branches, rustling both feathers and leaves in an uneasy dance before rising suddenly as one, fleeing the ostensibly peaceful scene. Nearby, a fox lifts his head and flares his nostrils. He takes another sniff just to be sure, and shivers slightly with anticipation before trotting quickly away.

Even as the fauna dissolves away and becomes hushed, the flora comes bustling to life. Though they are nearly invisible in the now-deep shadows, grasses and seedlings bend at the whims of the furious gusts. Newly energetic winds jostle branches, vibrating the air with a resulting mix of murmurs and whistles. An earth-shaking rumble answers the muttering trees, dragging on with a lilting crescendo and decrescendo, almost as if the world were chuckling to itself, pleased with its own remarkable power.