I believe we need to take time to “be still” in nature. That is the only way to commune with the trees. The trees are old, and time moves much slower for them. I must slow down my thoughts, feel the breeze on my cheeks, and be truly, deeply quiet on the inside. Then I can listen to the trees, and join them in “beingness.” There is music in this quiet place. It is a very old, haunting tune; sweet, quiet, holy.