Languagelover, 51

To love the forest. I have no words to use that would describe how much I love the trees. The curls and turns, the movement and turning as the branches wind their way upward and outward, to wonder, what the tree is thinking or feeling, to know its language. To wonder about how long it has been standing there looking at us, at the world, as it keeps on turning the way it has been for so long. To wonder about the animals that pass it by (and maybe piss on it) like saying hello, in their own soft way, to wonder about the relation between that moment and all moments, those moments and all movement. Oh, to notice that tree for this moment right now.