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I planted these poplar trees with my own hands- back when they were nothing more than small, fragile saplings.
With love, patience and hope, I cared for them… until today, when they stand tall and strong, their roots deep in the soil.
You might be surprised, but I talk to the trees.🌳
Sometimes I speak of nature, sometimes of existence and sometimes of the dreams I hold in my heart- of the things I wish to see happen.
True, they don’t reply. But in their silence, there is something hidden…
A quiet whisper, a wordless message that only hearts familiar with stillness can hear.
It’s as if trees are a bridge between earth and sky- silent, yet alive.
Being whose mere presence brings peace, without ever saying a word. 14 replies
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