In the heart of the forest where silence hums with memory, there stood a tree whose roots whispered to the stones.
Long ago, when the stars still sang to the soil, this tree was planted by a child who had no name—only a wish. She buried it with a breath and a tear, asking the earth to remember her people’s stories. The tree grew slowly, curling its roots around forgotten bones, ancient laughter, and the pulse of the mountain’s dreaming.
Now, when the wind passes through its leaves, it speaks in riddles and lullabies. Elders come to sit beneath its canopy, pressing their palms to the bark, listening. They say the tree remembers everything: the first fire, the last flood, the songs of those who walked away and those who stayed.
Its roots stretch wide, not to conquer, but to hold. To cradle the weight of time. To remind the forest that strength is not in standing tall—but in reaching deep.
And if you listen closely, you might hear it murmur your name, too.
Thaaat's all for now 👣 Thank You for Beeeing You 🐝
🕯Lifeee is BeautyFull 🌻 InJoy the Journey🕯
Wholeness & Balanced Vibrations 🌳🙏🌳
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