In the park there is a singing tree.

It screeches, squawks and chatters excitedly.

If you look into its branches you will see lorikeets feeding on the sweet nectar of the flowers. They have a special tongue with a brush-like surface. This tree is full of them but they are hard to photograph because the birds are constantly moving from one flower to the next.

I was doing tai chi when I saw a lorikeet fly towards me. He was about to land on my arm when he realised that I was not a bush or a tree. A second later, a magpie flew close to my head. I felt the wind of his wings and heard the whoo whoo whoo of them too.

The singing tree reminds me that life is filled with countless small wonders.