Music and movement

Now, boys and girls, I want you to move into space. That's right, so you can stretch your arms out without touching anyone. Now I want you to imagine that you are a tiny acorn. And you are growing... growing... Now you are a sapling, pushing upwards... You are a tree! A wonderful, wonderful tree! Proud and strong, reaching up to the Sun! And, what's this? You are now being cut down... You are being sawn into planks... And... You are flat-pack furniture! Perhaps you are a bookcase or, yes, that's it, a sideboard. With an unpronounceable name...