A strong breeze makes the climate palatable, carrying the earthy green smells of the tropics. Vines sway, and leaves rustle. The wind whipped grass tickles at the skin. The ground is soft. The empty pond ripples, but the croaking of pond life can be heard elsewhere, deeper into the trees. Bamboo stalks bounce off their neighbors, hollow wooden chimes. The large pale clouds race off into the reserved, blue, sky. Raising spirits, and pulling the heart to wanderlust. What natural wonders lay hidden below foliage's cover?