Lastwailing Wood beseeched me, called to me.
To be with my trees when the heat finally fled the world, to be with them when the sap begins again to rise from the earth, to be with them when they celebrate new life by unfurling new canopies of bright and pale leaves. Let banners of rebirth flag the treetops! Let rebirth announce itself beneath cloudy skies! Let there be ensigns of the brightest green, let the colour of all life and all innocence radiate from my trees. And let that colour be green.
Thus have I thought: Let it be so.