text_original: Under the shadow of its drooping far sweeping branches you could give a small Sunday school treat. Though the lowest branches spring from the trunk at least nine feet from the ground, their far ends touch the grass, forming a complete tent of translucent green and gold as you look upwards, through a multitude of layers of leaves, to a sun you cannot see, but which seems to have turned the whole tree into a rippling mass of molten colour.
text_transcription: UNDER THE SHADOW OF ITS DROOPING FAR SWEEPING BRANCHES YOU COULD GIVE A SMALL SUNDAY SCHOOL TREAT THOUGH THE LOWEST BRANCHES SPRING FROM THE TRUNK AT LEAST NINE FEET FROM THE GROUND THEIR FAR ENDS TOUCH THE GRASS FORMING A COMPLETE TENT OF TRANSLUCENT GREEN AND GOLD AS YOU LOOK UPWARDS THROUGH A MULTITUDE OF LAYERS OF LEAVES TO A SUN YOU CANNOT SEE BUT WHICH SEEMS TO HAVE TURNED THE WHOLE TREE INTO A RIPPLING MASS OF MOLTEN COLOUR
phonemes: ˌʌndɚ ðə ʃˈædoʊ ʌv ɪts dɹˈuːpɪŋ fˈɑːɹ swˈiːpɪŋ bɹˈæntʃᵻz juː kʊd ɡˈɪv ɐ smˈɔːl sˈʌndeɪ skˈuːl tɹˈiːt. ðˌoʊ ðə lˈoʊɪst bɹˈæntʃᵻz spɹˈɪŋ fɹʌmðə tɹˈʌŋk æt lˈiːst nˈaɪn fˈiːt fɹʌmðə ɡɹˈaʊnd, ðɛɹ fˈɑːɹ ˈɛndz tˈʌtʃ ðə ɡɹˈæs, fˈɔːɹmɪŋ ɐ kəmplˈiːt tˈɛnt ʌv tɹænslˈuːsənt ɡɹˈiːn ænd ɡˈoʊld æz juː lˈʊk ˈʌpwɚdz, θɹuː ɐ mˈʌltɪtˌuːd ʌv lˈeɪɚz ʌv lˈiːvz, tʊ ɐ sˈʌn juː kænˈɑːt sˈiː, bˌʌt wˌɪtʃ sˈiːmz tə hæv tˈɜːnd ðə hˈoʊl tɹˈiː ˌɪntʊ ɐ ɹˈɪplɪŋ mˈæs ʌv mˈoʊltən kˈʌlɚ.