“Oh, Trees, Trees, Trees,” said Lucy (although she had not been intending to speak at all). “Oh, Trees, wake, wake, wake. Don’t you remember it? Don’t you remember me? Dryads and Hamadryads, come out, come out to me.”
Though there was not a breath of wind they stirred all about her. The rustling noise of the leaves was almost like words. The nightingale stopped singing as if to listen to it.
~ C.S. Lewis, Prince Caspian