Have you ever taken a walk in the forest and wondered what the old tall oak trees could tell you? What they have witnessed… What they have heard or felt… There is something fascinating about the trees. Especially the old ones, as they rise as majestic giants above our heads with their green crowns covering everything from above.
Whenever we take a walk in an old forest, we always speak in whisper. As if we are respecting the ancient gods resting in the crooked old trees around us – it is pretty much like walking in a green cathedral. And sometimes, I cannot help but to hug a large tree. Wrapping my arms around its bottom, and they can barely reach all the way around… Heart against wood, ear against bark and with closed eyes I listen – as if the tree would suddenly decide to tell me its memories.
Wouldn’t that be amazing?