You look at the woods and just see… woods.

And say “eww, bugs,” or “cool, wildlife.”

But I see something else.

I see how alive the trees must be

to hold such bright green leaves, to stand so tall.

What lies deep in the forest that no one knows about?

Yes, animals—of course.

But what if they were more?

What if, far inside the woods,

there’s a tavern no one knows about—

where critters shed their shapes,

and the trees come to life at night,

tired of playing statues all day?

What if they sit together, drinking and laughing,

talking about their days,

gossiping about how silly humans are?

Maybe they speak of the wars in the sky—

what we call rain and thunder—

because our minds can’t comprehend anything more

than what’s right in front of us.

Because the truth is:

we only want to see the bare minimum.

And sure—

everyone’s going to say I think too much.

They always do.

But honestly?

I think everyone else thinks far too little.