I passed by the largest and oldest tree of the Wood, and I asked, "are you the forest heart?" and the tree only whispered the song of leaves and its branches creaked as they reached for the sun.
I passed by a tiny flower, and I asked, "are you the forest heart?" and the flower nodded both yes and no (as flowers often will), and danced and played with the tiny breezes as it turned its face to the sun and the bees.
I passed by a magical pool, where shining lights danced with the deep shadows, and I asked, "are you the forest heart?" but the pool only sparkled a song in an unknown language of laughter.
I passed by a sunlit meadow, where the sunbeams played with the butterflies, and I asked, "Are you the Forest Heart?" but the meadow answered with a birdsong, and the buzzing of bees continued uninterrupted.
Finally I rested upon a large rock and was silent, and ceased to separate or ask, and I heard a harmony of many voices as the winds danced with the waters and the Green, and the song they sang was the beat of the forest heart.
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