The tree moved slowly with the wind as it moved through it. It swayed slowly back and forth. They were one. The wind and the tree. They made each other. Without the other, they were alone. But together they had meaning. They had life. From silence to beautiful music. Only together were they alive. The wind whispered “I want to know you…you tell me I am here.” The tree whispered in return, “Because of you can can feel my roots in the earth”
The Teller of Tales 