“The sun was already declining and each of the trees held a premonition of night.”

“We held each other the entire night, no words spoken but the still, silent night uttered so much.”

“Suddenly the day was gone, night came out from under each tree and spread.”

“The cracked white cups took pink lights as the sun, already descending, slanted across the cherry; the tree filled the air with its heavy scentlessness.”

“I have some telekinesis, which you already discovered. Premonitions. Can see auras and…I make a killer omelet.” – Sundown”

“Soon the trees affected not only her mood but her understanding. Each year a trunk put on a new ring of growth, and within those rings she found the tree's own story. She listened to the scent of it, the feel, the sound, and her mind gave it words- soil, water, sap, light...and before, night and rain, dry and sun, wind and night...the drowsy stillness of leaves in a rainfall, the sparkling eagerness of leaves in the sun, and always the pulling up of the branches, the tugging down of the roots, the forever growing in tow directions, joing sky and soil, and a center to keep it strong...-Rin, Forest Born”