The Greeks called trees alphabets. Each one was a step closer toward a meaning. They scraped and dug toward the many layers of flesh behind the wood and sap.
A is for axis. How the tree is identified.
T is for the thickness of each trunk, which alerts the one who views it how long it has been around.
S is for sunburn; trees are sensitive too.
“Of all the tree letters, the palm is loveliest. And of writing, profuse and distinct as the burst of its fronds, it possesses the major effect: falling down.” –Roland Barthes (“Barthes by Barthes”)
Even in its massive sturdiness. Even when a tree is accompanied by hundreds just like it in a place called forest or preserved park. Even when the strongest of humans tries to chop it down, the tree remains….even when it falls.
Listen to the alphabet of the trees; they are the best teachers out there. They are the ones who remain even when hunted or burnt.
If you lose your speech, go follow the trail of roots. They will guide you toward remaining.