Connecting to the Forest

The trees whisper to me.
“Why are you speaking to me,” I say.
“If you want to know, then sit down and listen,” the old tree says. 
I feel the rough brown bark between my fingers like the rocks beneath my feet. 
I hear the wind blow through the lush green leaves like the waves travel with the sea. 
I see the beautiful sunshine between the giant-like trees as the sun sets down in the sea. 
I smell the water dripping from above like water rushing through a river. 
The trees sway left and right with the wind as the grass sways to a stop. 
“I want to save the trees,” I say.
“Then take the time and you will succeed,” the old tree says.
The trees whisper to me.