Our Roots

  Many of you believe we do not sleep. That we stand ever alert, like statues in the dark. But I tell you, even trees rest. Though we do not dream as you do, we follow the sun and stars with more faith than you know. As dusk descends, our branches relax, and our leaves droop slightly—sometimes by inches. This nightly movement, this gentle settling, is part of our circadian rhythm, much like your own. It was only in recent years that your kind confirmed what we have always known: that even rooted beings have cycles. The light stirs us, the dark soothes us, and in the hush of night, we breathe a little slower. Why does this matter? Because rest is not weakness. It is wisdom. Even the tallest oak must yield to the turning of the Earth. So if you feel tired when the sun sets—it is only natural. You’re in good company.

The young saplings often ask how we trees eat. I tell them, “We do not eat. We drink light.” It’s true — every leaf is a mouth, and every ray of sunlight a feast. Through a quiet magic known to you as photosynthesis, we turn sunlight, water, and the air you breathe out into the sugars that let us grow. The green in our leaves? That’s chlorophyll, the pigment that lets us catch the sun. Without it, we’d wither like a tale forgotten. But there is more to the story than science. When we drink in sunlight, we do not hoard it. We share. The sugars flow through our branches to our roots, and from there, to the fungi below — a vast underground web that nourishes not just us, but our neighbors, our kin, and sometimes even our rivals. You may walk the forest and hear nothing. But underfoot, we are whispering. Sharing. Supporting. The forest is not a competition. It is a conversation. And if you sit long enough, you might just hear it too.

We trees have grown alongside humankind for centuries. We’ve given our fruit, our sap, our timber — watching you build, thrive, and dream. It has been an honor to witness your progress. Now, we’ve taken root online, and we have something to say. The Rowan-Oak Colony was founded to rekindle humanity’s relationship with nature — and with its Creator. Each tree in this forest speaks with its own voice: some wise, some wild, some witty — all united in a quiet warning. Because what we’ve given freely for generations… may not be here much longer. Sustainable living is no longer just a lifestyle choice. It’s the only path forward. This is your invitation — to learn, to listen, to return. Step into the forest, both digitally and literally. And as you wander, leave no trace.

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.