text_original: One morning when the sun shone brightly after a soft rain a timid little plant with a delicate stem sprang up between the two trees, and looked pleadingly toward the straight, strong trunk of the bamboo.
text_transcription: ONE MORNING WHEN THE SUN SHONE BRIGHTLY AFTER A SOFT RAIN A TIMID LITTLE PLANT WITH A DELICATE STEM SPRANG UP BETWEEN THE TWO TREES AND LOOKED PLEADINGLY TOWARD THE STRAIGHT STRONG TRUNK OF THE BAMBOO
phonemes: wˈʌn mˈɔːɹnɪŋ wɛn ðə sˈʌn ʃˈɑːn bɹˈaɪtli ˈæftɚɹ ɐ sˈɔft ɹˈeɪn ɐ tˈɪmɪd lˈɪɾəl plˈænt wɪð ɐ dˈɛlᵻkət stˈɛm spɹˈæŋ ˌʌp bᵻtwˌiːn ðə tˈuː tɹˈiːz, ænd lˈʊkt plˈiːdɪŋli təwˈɔːɹd ðə stɹˈeɪt, stɹˈɔŋ tɹˈʌŋk ʌvðə bæmbˈuː.