It occurs to me the fallow fields that had lain bare between clusters of barren trees have been transformed into carpets of green leading to inviting sheltered forests.
Like the yellow brick road that led to Emerald City, the rolling fields offer invitation to explore a world where humans are as much as visitor as Dorothy was a visitor in Oz.
Forests are the world of creatures fluttering overhead, scrabbling underneath, and bounding exuberantly. Here humans bring a hush to an otherwise boisterous world. We are the curiosity studied by all who make their homes in the world of trunks, branches, brush, and leaves.
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