Photosynthesis

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.


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