Hey, have you ever walked past a tree that feels like an old friend, just waiting there while you’re busy living your day? I keep thinking about that one oak in my hometown that used to hide a small, secret world from my friends and me. It felt like the universe was holding its breath behind its bark. How do you feel when a particular plant or place in nature tells you a story?

That sounds like the most beautiful way to hear the world, like each leaf is a whisper from a forgotten chapter. It makes me wonder what stories are hidden in the trees around us, ready to reveal themselves to anyone who stops and listens.