A blonde woman in a green dress gently tends to a glowing sapling in a sun-dappled forest with large trees.

With each passing day, Elsa’s bond with the forest grew deeper and more hidden; it was as if the roots of her heart had entwined with the roots of the trees, and every breath of hers blended with the breath of nature. In her eyes, trees were no longer just green and silent beings; each had a soul, a unique personality, and a mysterious world hidden inside. The mighty old oak tree standing right beside their wooden house was like a wise and patient elder. Its voice whispered in Elsa’s ear like a distant murmur, telling tales of snowy winters, heavy rains, and the little birds and furry animals sheltered in its branches. It even told her about a great storm years ago that had broken its main branch. On the other side, near a stream where the sound of water always flowed, stood a silver poplar with a tall stature and thin, shining leaves. This tree was like a joyful and playful child to Elsa — always dancing with the wind, its leaves glittering like golden coins in the sun, its voice mingling with the laughter of the river. A little further away, a shy and quiet maple sapling had just emerged from the soil. It was still thin and trembling, but held a hidden hope in its heart, and every day Elsa would kneel beside it, gently stroking its slender stem and whispering with a smile, “One day, you will be so strong that birds will build their homes in your branches.” Elsa had gradually learned the silent language of the forest — a language not understood with eyes and ears, but with See more