
Have you ever stood beneath an old, majestic tree and felt the subtle stirring of something larger than yourself?
I remember my first time, leaning against a broad trunk in a city park, half expecting only silence. Instead, I heard—no, I felt—a quiet hum, a gentle resonance hidden beneath traffic noise and human chatter. It was an awakening.
To good listeners, they reveal deep truths
I realize now that trees speak, not in human tongues, but through murmurs of sap, vibrations of bark, and a chorus of rustling leaves. I had come to believe that what truly matters is not just hearing them, but learning how to understand what they’re saying to us.