The silver birch, on the mountain top, laughed for sheer joy of being alive!

She looked down on the valley and saw the peaceful farms and the green meadow, where man’s only labour was driving a ball from hole to hole, and beyond she saw the gentle slopes of wooded hills and the pure gold of the setting sun and she was happy, for was not all this created just for her!

So she laughed, and every leaf fluttered for joy!