a short concept set.

i looked up and saw a tree, it was a green one but perhaps it could be a white one too. the crown gleamed as it would be polished by hand. i listened to the sounds which came from everywhere. 'maybe 10 birds' i thought, listened once again 'maybe 10 big and 899 little bitds'. i was looking around but no birds were to be seen and i was suprised: 'where came the tones from' amd tjem i saw all those little knobs and potis, hanging on the brunches. they looked like birds-berries calling: 'hold the left and set the value'. who cares the nature, watch your head dude.