My mind twirls through the trees and bushes looking for hidden treasure or maybe even fairies. Purple and yellow flowers give off beautiful fragrances of friendship while the breeze whispers in my ear intimate secrets of long ago. Everything that exists seen and unseen has been recorded in every living cell including our cellular memory. Everybody has a story to tell including trees. Trees have their own identity deep within their trunks just as we have deep within our hearts. The rings inside of a tree trunk are not just rings they hold information just like a vinyl record on a record player. Those deep lines have recorded information. Unfortunately we don't have a record player to play those tree rings. Locked up in the trunk is an intelligence and life giving force. What kind of encoded message or sound could it tell us about the world around us and about ourselves?
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