In the woods, where the only sounds are the rustle of leaves and the melody of birdsong.
In the heart of the woods, where each tree has a story to tell, and each leaf whispers a secret.
In the heart of the woods, where the echoes of the past meet the whispers of the future.
Lost in the woods, but finding my way with each ray of sunlight that breaks through the canopy.
In nature, nothing is perfect and everything is perfect. Trees can be contorted, bent in weird ways, and they're still beautiful.