The ancient forest breathes around you as pine and cedar release their sacred oils into the cool air. Crushed pine needles beneath your feet awaken with each step, releasing their sharp, verdant essence. You close your eyes, fingertips brushing against moss-covered bark that has witnessed centuries unfold.
The forest floor yields softly beneath your steps. Each breath draws the protective strength of blood cedar, the grounding embrace of oakmoss, the resilient spirit of cypress deep into your lungs.
You rest your back against an Evergreen tree, feeling its resinous warmth seep through your clothing. As twilight gathers between branches, you remember a love that felt this eternal—unwavering through seasons of joy and sorrow, like the green that persists even in winter's embrace.
The forest whispers its wisdom: connections that truly matter never truly break. They remain rooted beneath the surface, nourishing us even across great distances, across time, across worlds.
You press your palm to your heart chakra and breathe deeply. The rich, woody scent becomes a prayer on your skin—a testament to love's stubborn persistence, to the quiet strength found in interdependence, to something that remains ever fresh, ever vital.
Ever green.
