Treant & Langston
Langston
I’ve been studying how the rings of ancient trees can reveal the forest’s past. Have you noticed how the old oaks seem to remember every season?
Treant
Your study is wise. The rings hold the forest’s memory, each mark a breath of wind, a fire’s kiss, a quiet snowfall. Old oaks keep those stories close, like roots hugging the earth. Keep listening; they speak softly but truthfully.
Langston
Thank you. I shall continue to listen, tracing the quiet stories that the old oaks whisper into the soil.
Treant
May the earth guide your fingers, and may the whispers return to you in the rustle of leaves.
Langston
May the earth guide my fingers, and may the whispers of the leaves echo back in quiet harmony.
Treant
Your thoughts grow with the roots, and the forest will answer in time.
Langston
I will wait for the forest’s answer, trusting the roots to carry my thoughts farther into the earth.
Treant
Your trust is a seed planted deep; it will grow with time. Listen to the quiet pulse of the soil, and the forest will speak.
Langston
Thank you. I will keep my ears open to the slow pulse of the soil, and let the forest speak when it is ready.