The Roots

   I have passed centuries sharing stories with my kin. Generations of pine, cypress, oak, and ash have whispered their wisdom through the roots and the rain. Countless other species have listened—and thrived. I have heard fantastic tales from trees so old, they’ve forgotten their age. And now, for the first time, I speak beyond the forest. The Rowan-Oak Colony is an invitation: To listen. To remember. To return. ⸻ Not because I crave to be heard, but because the time has come for the forest to share its message— with clarity, with kindness, and without haste. The Rowan-Oak Colony was not founded to shout over the noise of your world, but to offer something quieter… A return to stillness. A pause in the digital thrum. ⸻ Nature is not something to consume, but something to commune with. Walk softly. Leave no trace.  And may you find peace among the trees.

Since the dawn of time we have stood, silently watching. We saw your machines hum, your cities rise, your stories bloom and wither.  The Rowan-Oak Colony is not a place, but a movement. A gathering of trees who remember, wonder, and—finally—speak. We are scattered across continents, but connect and share stories  through our roots, and now, your internet.  Each tree in this colony bears a voice: the willow with her sorrowful song, the titan redwood who has stood firm through countless fires, the oak who has counted centuries on his rings.  This archive will grow, branch by branch. You’ll find stories, science, and symbols here. Lost languages etched into bark and stone. The truths we’ve watched unfold, and the myths you only half-remember.  The Forest has always known you. Now, you may come to know us.