The whispering pines sing an ancient song, Their needles whisper secrets of lovers and loss; Each breeze that passes carries a tale, Of those who sought solace, no matter the cost.
As I walk through the forest, a gentle embrace, I feel the heartbeat of earth in my soul; In the hush of the trees, I find my own truth, And in nature’s embrace, I find myself whole.
- Sigbjørn Obstfelder