William Fall

Fresh Flowers for the Roses

“Honestly, the forest doesn’t care. It’s a forest. It doesn’t care about our opinions. It doesn’t care about our worries. It needs nothing that you and I could offer. The forest is just there living. It welcomes you to look and to learn. Learn about the way morning light pierces through foliage like a sun spear. Understand how the rivers flow with torrential anger foaming at the mouth. If you drown in there, the river won’t have your death on its conscience. It’s a river and it will river on. The forest lets you enter its grounds and permeates your lungs with a deep woodland breath, your shoulders unencumbered by any kind of weight. The forest doesn’t care about you Andrew, but you should care about the forest.”