Be still and heed the forest whispers, for only softly they speak.
The tree’s have a secret language, carrying messages upon the wind.
Indefinitely they have called to us, across eons of time they have been.
Every branch heralds wisdom, every leaf caresses the voice within.
So delicately they remind us of natures vast divinity
In the hopes we recall our purpose, caretakers of the free.
Never asking nor forgetting, always holding out a bow.
Praying we remember loves eternal vow.