-I’m here to restore balance, he said, staring through them as if they were not there.
The plants laughed. The laughter spread through the forest, along the roots and through the air.
-We’ve already tried, little one, but please come right in. Give it your best shot.
The giggles lingered as he walked through the dense bushes, thorns and branches cutting his skin, ripping his clothes. He pushed through high grass and ferns, crossed puddles and swamps.
Deep inside he came to the heart of the forest, the place where the roots met, where decisions were made.
He lay down, spread his cloak out… (more)