Once upon a time there was a little girl who loved the summer. She spent her vacations watching the butterflies and listening to the song of the birds. She prepared herbarium from the little flowers she picked, she was watching the sky for hours and the shapes of the clouds transformed in her imagination into people and ships, questions and answers.
Trees were friends of this girl and while she was growing up she gradually learned that they had their own language and she was able to speak with them and they allowed her to see some of their secrets.
Years went by and certainly she realized that spending her days worrying about the little problems of the days, she has forgotten that the forest was her friend, ready to listen to her thoughts and soothe her pain.
It is not too late to be a little girl again. I am back to the forest.
