One leaf falling doesn’t make a sound. But when the whole foliage dances in the wind, you can hear them sing out loud.
Growth comes from patience. Every new beginning rises from yesterday. Growth starts with a possibility. What ever you concentrate on, will grow. Freedom is to choose future, no matter what the circumstances are.
Nothing is lost in the forest, nothing is useless, nothing is wasted. Layers upon layers create a sense of time. Nothing ends, it just changes shape. Time of a forest isn’t harsh, it’s solacing. Forest doesn’t take, it doesn’t hurry. Cycle of time prevails the landscape. Time and eternity are present everywhere.
There’s something magical and unbelievably calming in old forests. It’s fascinating how some trees can live up to several hundreds or even thousands of years.