If you venture into the forest, you will find the heart of nature. A tree, as old as time itself. Its trunk thick with eons of endurance and wisdom. Its roots, stretching for miles throughout the wooded land, connecting every living thing to the beat of life. Its branches reaching high into the sky, casting shadows beneath, giving the forest floor a mystified appearance. If you are quiet, you may come across the spirit of the forest. Like a majestic, graceful ghost, it illuminates light in the darkness. So pure, it holds the essence of life. Its wisdom older than the tree it often makes an appearance by. The misty dear, it's moonlight glow, so illusive, catching just a glimpse can be so rare. He will forever reside in the forest by the sacred tree. The essence of life and the heart of nature, side by side, maintaining the steady beat of existence.