I can talk to trees. The secret, you see, is listening. Go ahead, try it
sometime. Quiet your mind and focus on the rhythm of the world
around you. When you look for it, the heartbeat of the earth is very
easy to hear. Press your palms against the bark and focus on the way
the wind flows over and around everything, focus on the way the
grass and flowers push up to reach the sun, focus on the way the tree
breathes in the air around it. I can see the tree's memories of weather
and growth; the stillness reflects my own. If the tranquility was a
color, it would be the flush of a cheek coming in from the cold; if it
was a sound, it would be the lazy hum of a bee in summer; it if was a
scent, it would be sweet, like springtime flowers.
Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 6:47 PM UTC
I can talk to trees. The secret, you see, is listening. Go ahead, try it
sometime. Quiet your mind and focus on the rhythm of the world
around you. When you look for it, the heartbeat of the earth is very
easy to hear. Press your palms against the bark and focus on the way
the wind flows over and around everything, focus on the way the
grass and flowers push up to reach the sun, focus on the way the tree
breathes in the air around it. I can see the tree's memories of weather
and growth; the stillness reflects my own. If the tranquility was a
color, it would be the flush of a cheek coming in from the cold; if it
was a sound, it would be the lazy hum of a bee in summer; it if was a
scent, it would be sweet, like springtime flowers.
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