text_original: A pile of tree trunks and old logs lying outside fairly ask you to sit for a moment and take in some of the loveliness of the scene—you can never exhaust the whole of it—and if you sit for a minute you will probably sit there for hours.
text_transcription: A PILE OF TREE TRUNKS AND OLD LOGS LYING OUTSIDE FAIRLY ASK YOU TO SIT FOR A MOMENT AND TAKE IN SOME OF THE LOVELINESS OF THE SCENE YOU CAN NEVER EXHAUST THE WHOLE OF IT AND IF YOU SIT FOR A MINUTE YOU WILL PROBABLY SIT THERE FOR HOURS
phonemes: ɐ pˈaɪl ʌv tɹˈiː tɹˈʌŋks ænd ˈoʊld lˈɔɡz lˈaɪɪŋ aʊtsˈaɪd fˈɛɹli ˈæsk juː tə sˈɪt fɚɹə mˈoʊmənt ænd tˈeɪk ɪn sˌʌm ʌvðə lˈʌvlinəs ʌvðə sˈiːn—juː kæn nˈɛvɚɹ ɛɡzˈɔːst ðə hˈoʊl ʌv ɪt—ænd ɪf juː sˈɪt fɚɹə mˈɪnɪt juː wɪl pɹˈɑːbəbli sˈɪt ðɛɹ fɔːɹ ˈaʊɚz.