One True Authentic Swing

So - in listening to the soundscape, here's a play by play of what I was hearing:

From the start to about 0:32:
Hooting, rustling of clothes, feet on grass, crickets chirping, older man's voice, young boy's voice, old narrative voice. (Story telling time).

From 0:32-1:02:
More voice, tick of the golf-ball being hit with club, chirping of birds/crickets - low noise on cue with the "grass growing" line. The noise is almost the voice of nature in a sense - a low whisper that soon becomes a moan (not a human moan - but a moan of the earth and air).

The air-moan becomes more mystical at 1:25 and a higher pitch like that of frogs croaking seems to come in.

At 1:42 the music begins to trickle into the breath of nature - creating a magical quality. Here we start to see how epic this moment is through the tones filtered into the soundscape. The music continues through the voices and the noises of the night, and the voice of Will Smith becomes that of a wise old man. The music swells at 2:46 and at 2:55 it sounds like a double layering of voices over Smith's voice - the wise old man becomes a sage/shaman/wizard almost. The encouragement/mystical quality ends at 3:25 when the boy makes that One True Authentic Swing and sinks the ball. It all seems to blow away with the night air. And the two head back home.