Voices rising from the mist, chanting, singing, uttering age-old tales

With a rhythm in time, and a beat in a tune,

Flowing gracefully, carefully; intertwining with other voices; mixing,

Rambling, rattling, humming, and crooning,

Meshing and harmonizing; the melodies drifting through the forest,

Accompanied by the chirps of the birds and

Aided by the singing of crickets, the buzzing of cicadas, the clicking of locusts,

Creating a natural song, a melody for the ages,

A tradition cherished by ancestors of old and the generations of new,

A song that will last for centuries to come.