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Whispers of Nature
Tree as witness, not sermon.
The sapling is not majestic yet. It is trying — trunk vertical by will, roots busy underground, leaves gossiping in wind you cannot translate.
I do not promise to protect the forest. I am thirteen. I can notice: shelter offered, creatures filed in branches, beauty that does not need my opinion.
Whisper is accurate. Not command.
The timber still sways after I walk back to the road.
JV · Dark Heart Labs