Sense

Deep within the emerald heart of the forest,
a river flows—not just with water, but with soul.
Its whispers are lullabies for the weary,
and every stone it kisses tells a tale of quiet endurance.
Here, silence speaks louder than words.
The trees lean in—not out of age,
but out of gentle affection,
as if they long to embrace you
and softly say:
'When the world turns to stone, come sit by the stream—
for it still flows,
it still breathes,
and it still understands.

Trees are the lungs of the planet
Let's appreciate them