text_original: And each tree has a special and distinct winter beauty of its own in the outline of branches and stems and twigs—a beauty that is lost to us once the leaves appear, but which suggests an exquisite etching in winter when the dark lines are silhouetted against the sky.
text_transcription: AND EACH TREE HAS A SPECIAL AND DISTINCT WINTER BEAUTY OF ITS OWN IN THE OUTLINE OF BRANCHES AND STEMS AND TWIGS A BEAUTY THAT IS LOST TO US ONCE THE LEAVES APPEAR BUT WHICH SUGGESTS AN EXQUISITE ETCHING IN WINTER WHEN THE DARK LINES ARE SILHOUETTED AGAINST THE SKY
phonemes: ænd ˈiːtʃ tɹˈiː hɐz ɐ spˈɛʃəl ænd dɪstˈɪŋkt wˈɪntɚ bjˈuːɾi ʌv ɪts ˈoʊn ɪnðɪ ˈaʊtlaɪn ʌv bɹˈæntʃᵻz ænd stˈɛmz ænd twˈɪɡz—ɐ bjˈuːɾi ðæt ɪz lˈɔst tʊ ˌʌs wˈʌns ðə lˈiːvz ɐpˈɪɹ, bˌʌt wˌɪtʃ sədʒˈɛsts ɐn ɛkskwˈɪsɪt ˈɛtʃɪŋ ɪn wˈɪntɚ wɛn ðə dˈɑːɹk lˈaɪnz ɑːɹ sˌɪlʊwˈɛɾᵻd ɐɡˈɛnst ðə skˈaɪ.