The forest secret

I walk through the forest with a twisted canopy above me.
The leaves sway in the wind as if they were dancing.
Up above the blue sky is hidden by a mess of tangled branches.
The meanings within are tangled up in branches that seem to spiral forever.
All the trees have a memory and all the leaves share secrets.
What we don't know, we shall learn from nature.
The dragons that once roamed the land are now personified as evil fire breathing monsters.
The dragons are not evil.
They were the streams, the forest and the trees.
All the lies about evil and the scorch of fire are untrue.
I know they are lies and myths, but others don't and they need to be told the truth.