Oh, imagine that! Every leaf is a sentence, every branch a paragraph, and the whole forest a living storybook. If we could hear its pages turn, wouldn’t we feel like the characters in that tale? We’d become like the heroes who must keep the forest safe, just like in that old children’s book I found tucked between the encyclopedias – the one where the tiny rabbit had to protect the forest’s secret path from the greedy wolf. We’d treat the trees not just as timber, but as authors with stories that matter. And you know, when the wind whispers a new chapter, we’d pause, listen, and then decide how to write the next line together. That’s why I always keep a notebook by my side, just in case the forest wants to ask us for a story.