Branches leaned without rustle
curious about the weight I carried
Leaves shimmered like tiny messengers
interpreting emotions I couldn’t name
Roots listened beneath the soil
ancient patient unhurried
My silence spread like water across moss
Nature absorbed it without judgment
Sunlight pierced the canopy
drawing quiet pathways across my chest
I felt understood by something older than language
Relief rose like birds startled into flight
When I left the forest
my silence felt lighter
translated cleansed
The trees had already answered