Silent and present
In the quiet whispers of the wind, in the gentle dance of leaves, lies a truth that transcends mere knowing. How can one articulate the need to feel the steadfast presence of trees, their silent guardianship over time? It is a knowing beyond knowledge, a connection that defies explanation.
To awaken to the pulse of a different rhythm, to embrace the cadence of the day and the season, is to surrender to a deeper harmony, a symphony conducted by nature herself. The hourglass of minutes fades into insignificance, eclipsed by the grandeur of moments measured in the shifting hues of the sky and the earth.
In the sanctuary of the woods, where time is an echo and the heartbeats of ancient giants resonate, words falter in the face of such majesty. It is a communion of souls, a silent dialogue with the essence of existence. No explanation can capture this profound yearning, this primal call to be one with the ever-present, ever-changing tapestry of life.
Copyright ? Beatriz Esmer