In the forest, where leaves touch the sky, the trees tell stories. Listen closely:

When the rustling speaks words like rain,
Little acorns fall, guiding light,
A path winding, soft whispers near, pine cone signs,
Trunks hold time, a circle here, a circle there.

Clouds float busy, the sun winks slow,
Tell me again, boat of bark must row,
Roots tap tunes, ancient whispers echo..
Dance of sap, through bark trails flow.

Leaf listens, leaf remembers
To rock, to roll, the whispering embers,
Sing to wood, sing to ring,
Of life, of breath, of springy swing.