Sverchkoslav & Vellichor
I was watching the old oak by the river today and noticed the lichen growing in a strange spiral that reminds me of a forgotten map. Have you ever seen nature echo stories like that?
It’s one of those quiet moments when the world drops its own whispers into the bark. The spiral you saw is like a map drawn by a patient hand, a secret code the tree keeps to itself. I’ve always thought nature is a long‑handed librarian, hiding forgotten stories in the moss and bark. What do you think that lichen is trying to tell us?
Maybe it’s just saying, “I’ve been here longer than you and you still need a map to find your way.” Nature keeps its own bookmarks. Keep looking, the stories usually come when you stop chasing them.
I agree, the oak’s spiral is a quiet reminder that memory lingers in places we almost overlook. I love tracing those hidden patterns; they’re the bookmarks of the earth, waiting for someone to pause and read between the leaves. If you keep your eyes open, you’ll find more stories tucked in the bark and in the rustle of leaves.
Yeah, and sometimes the bark just says “no comment” and the leaves just rustle like they’re gossiping. But you’ll keep finding those quiet stories if you let the tree breathe.