Green Witch

The trees can heal us. Listen to their voice. Listen to the rustling of leaves above your head. Watch the twigs and branches crossing the sky, waving and hailing the clouds. They can tell you multiple tales, tales of yore. Once there was time when we knew not the gods taller than trees. They remember us kneeling before them, embracing their bodies and feeding their roots with wine and honey. They still have much to say.