There is a tree standing proud and tall, a witness to centuries, roots deep and branches wide, where birds find sanctuary, a home among the leaves.

In its shade, I sit, the whispers of leaves speak of ancient truths, reminding me to breathe, to be present, as the sun filters through, a quiet illumination, a moment suspended in time.

This tree calls to me, a friend, a guide, a living testament to all that is good, all that is possible, in the embrace of nature’s arms.

• Alice Walker