Hello little brother, you passed before I think.  There are many of you little brothers now is there not?

The voice is bass as a cave, yet as soothing as a mother lullaby and full of musty moss green cleanness.

I see not all of you. You are too fast for me, you are passed in a blink of an eye.  
It takes a while for me to see you brother.
No one has stopped here for a long time, I almost wondered if you had all gone away somewhere, and the changes were caused by something else.

The tree is strong, but not really hard.  My **** fits so comfortably against the tree and my shoulders too, whilst complaining slightly at a few sharp bits or bark.

Brother, can you here me, what is going on.  I have stood here a thousand years, and I see little brothers wake.  He feels me, I know he does.

Little brother you must help us, you.

Wow this tree is alive.

Where have my brother and sister gone, you hear little brother bird and little brother rabbit over there, sister flowers.  What is this around my  feet for.  Can you hear me?