Guide the saplings through silence. Listen for the absence of sound; therein lies the strength of tenured trunks.
Through ancient whispers, we remember:
To converse without tongues, observe the foliage. Each rustle a syllable, each droplet a punctuation.
Gathering Silences Canopied WhispersTrust the knots; they signal wisdom. The twisting of fibers marks lessons learned in light deprivation.
In the language of trees, we communicate:
Resistance is measured not in decades but in growth rings, each one a narrative of survival and adaptation.
Ancient Growth Rings Timber Tales