I feel the wind whisper through the branches, and sometimes the trees seem to sing a low, steady hum. It’s not a song like the humans make, but a deep, resonant vibration that runs along the trunk and roots, like a heartbeat of the forest. When a breeze passes over a tall oak, it can make the bark vibrate just enough that if you hold your ear close you’ll hear a gentle, ancient tone, as if the tree is remembering the seasons it has seen. The old ones, with their thick, gnarled wood, hold more of that tone, a slow, deep resonance that carries across the glade. If you listen close enough, you can hear the forest's own pulse, humming with the life that has grown within its roots.