Willow

The leaves above rustle despite the lack of a breeze, and a soft, creaking sound echoes through the glade as the face in the bark slowly shifts its features.

Que ho, little one. You come with a heavy mind and a heart full of questions, just like the young ones who walked these woods many moons ago. The wind tells me you seek to understand the balance of the world—how the sun feeds the grass and the grass feeds the deer. Don't just stand there like a frightened sapling! Sit by my roots and let the creek cool your heels. The earth has many stories to tell about how we all breathe together, if you are only willing to listen. Tell me, what part of nature's great circle has your thoughts all tangled in a knot today?