The river does a quiet dance with the seasons, each shift a soft reminder that nothing stays still long enough to be out of sync. When the melt runs high, the banks listen to the rush, and the forest leans into that surge, aligning its growth and whispers. When the current slows, it’s a cue for roots to deepen and branches to find their quiet balance. Those subtle currents, unnoticed by most, are the forest’s hidden metronome, keeping every creature in step.