Under tall trees, there is stillness. The sounds of the forest fade, and air falls heavy; enfolding all things in a blanket of quietness.
Motes dance in fragmented beams of sunlight fractured through a shady canopy; bathing the day in a soft stippling of green light, as if viewed from underwater.
Time is meaningless; slow unfurling leaves of delicate ferns and the subtle march of ants foraging through cracks and crevices of ancient tree trunks, mark the minutes in a rhythm all their own.
This is a place of quiet contemplation; where every breath seems to come from the trees themselves and each thought absorbs into the fabric of still silence.
In these cool, calm spaces, peace is absolute; allowing the soul to rebalance once more.