Whispy leaves wave to me as I make my way past their mother, lightly touching the dark bark.

Not one is the same, some have ivy crawling up their spines and others with hollowed insides.

I tip my nose up to the sky, tendrils of sunlight poking through the gaps of green and decorating the forest.

I can hear the soft shushing of water in the distance, the crystal blue waves catching my eyes through the maze of the forest.

Shhh.

Like a mother coaxing their baby to sleep.

Shhh.

Like a promise two best friends will always keep.

Shhh.