Tilt to the Sun

A last frost of flowers blooms on silent trees, and lakes lie quiet in the pause between two seasons.

– From the narration

In the north the first cicadas start beating out the rhythm of New Zealand's spring.

– narration

New Zealand’s native trees don’t lose their leaves, but along the creeks and rivers the alien willows come to bud. Soon a green shade will weep over the water where young trout fight their way to adulthood.

– narration

Rata in the valleys flames like a tree-destroying fire.

– From the narration