Here I stand, away from all eyes
Away from the smell of smog, away from concrete and metal.
Here I kneel, before a tree so tall and valorous.
Though it speaks and sees naught, its wisdom is vast beyond imagination.
Here it stands before me, its leaves so green shield me from from the wrathful sun.
Its tasteful fruit give me strength, the air it purifies fills me with life.

"Hail, my child. Welcome back.
What brings you all the way out here? Away from those you call friends and family?"

The tree speaks? No. From all around, this voice.
A voice so kind and caring. A voice forgotten by many, but a few will slowly remember and hear.
I come here to flee. From those I falsely call my kin.
They are not my kin. My heart tells me so, and I listen dearly to my heart.
I come here to flee from voices, to seek silence.
But your voice... I am drawn to.

"My dear child, so lost and alone.
You seek an attention so many others fail to provide.
Your heart has lead you here, where one would say attention is nonexistence.
One would be wrong to say such a thing.
Here, you are under my care."

The Earth mother.
I humbly kneel before you, for you are all around.
You are the light that illuminates the land, and you are the dark that hides the beasts.
You are the life weaved into the air, and you are the death weaved into the claws.
You are the trees that I kneel before, and you are the age that will one day take them down.

"You need not kneel before me, my child.
I do not ask for your worship.
I may be growth and age, but I do not wish to be remembered.
My work is being done, and my children thrive through life and death.
That is how it shall be."

If you do not let me kneel for worship, then let me kneel for gratitude.
In times like this, I think of you.
Of the food and water you provide, of the air you allow me to breathe.
Of the beautiful animals you care for, and the comforting tranquility your realm provides.

"My dear child, so lost and alone,
Know that while you're here, you are alone no more.
Let my vines hold you gently.
Let my embrace calm and heal you.
Can you feel the rain that seeps through the leaves?
Can you hear the streams flow through the grove?
Can you hear the woodlings sing their various songs?"

Yes... Yes I can...
I'll just lay here and close my eyes,
in your gentle cradle of vines and roots...
Here, I can rest and have peace of mind,
knowing that you will forever protect me and provide.
Here, away from from false family and friends,
But here, within your gentle, yet firm embrace.
I am not alone...
I am not alone...