The forest is impassive. The forest is indifferent.
It does not care, yet is beautiful nevertheless.
The forest is silent. Yet I found words everywhere,
in and around the trees, all across the sky, in reflections of puddles.
Everywhere I looked and listened.
I gathered a few handfuls of these words
I took them home and placed them on the table.
I arranged and re-arranged them
and from the silence of the forest magic, a story.
'You Already Have All You Need'