The Forest is a Love Letter

The forest is a love letter.

It is also a heart, and a story. A fairy tale. A hope, a wish, a longing. It is addressed to the one who can read it. The one who will understand the nuance of every leaf and flower, every creature's tail twitch, wing flutter, every tree's murmur.

It is desire split open like a ripe fruit. A secret shouting itself.

It is a call, a sign, a hidden country with an unspoken language.

It is a quest along wildflower paths and through unlikely doorways, where the keys shapeshift and the most basic requirement is a belief in the impossible.