Rustling willows

The old willows seem to be eternal. The boughs are decaying and still throbbing in than life The willows whisper of unity, between the body and soul of the world. Strength permeates tenderness, and every twitch of the wind carries a reminder that life is a circle - from the roots to infinity. Hidden in the silence of the whispers is an ancient wisdom that says we are the fabric of the same earth from which everything that lives grows. Nature breathes in us, and we breathe in her, intertwined in the pulsating rhythm of existence