Fairday's Riddle: Deep Roots...

Hello, Riddlers! Can you guess our theme? These are a few of my favorite things. :) ~ F

A canopy view from above; cooing song of brushy dove. Stick and move in subtle ways, branching out through sun and haze. Weeping willow, fir, oak, beech; who hears their secret silent speech? Shwooshing, pattering, tinkling words are carried on the wings of birds.

What am I referring to? Stop by Friday for the answer. 

I gave you a clue!



FEAR NOT THE UNEXPECTED