text_original: The sun was ripening the black, juicy berries on the loaded cherry trees; bees kept up a ceaseless hum; large roses pressed close together in masses of bloom.
text_transcription: THE SUN WAS RIPENING THE BLACK JUICY BERRIES ON THE LOADED CHERRY TREES BEES KEPT UP A CEASELESS HUM LARGE ROSES PRESSED CLOSE TOGETHER IN MASSES OF BLOOM
phonemes: ðə sˈʌn wʌz ɹˈaɪpənɪŋ ðə blˈæk, dʒˈuːsi bˈɛɹiz ɔnðə lˈoʊdᵻd tʃˈɛɹi tɹˈiːz; bˈiːz kˈɛpt ˌʌp ɐ sˈiːsləs hˈʌm; lˈɑːɹdʒ ɹˈoʊzᵻz pɹˈɛst klˈoʊs təɡˌɛðɚɹ ɪn mˈæsᵻz ʌv blˈuːm.