Some might argue that inanimate objects cannot have a relationship. If this is true, then what is this I see? Why does the wind whisper its eager pleas, calling for the trees? Why do the trees reach as it passes by, trying their best to embrace the wind that they so passionately desire? If these traits are not a secret romance that nature has created, then this forest might as well not exist.

But it does, and it stands tall, its mighty population of green trees soaring towards the skies without any inhibitions or limitations. The wind supports such trees, even when others would argue that it opposes them. I know the truth. The wind caresses the trees; hugs them. The trees give the wind a playground. The leaves play with the wind, keeping it entertained.

So much life fills such a place, and it stands as proof of how majestic nature can be. Stretching for miles and miles in every direction, the forest is a guardian. It guards the wind, and the wind in turn keeps it alive. For a forest of loneliness might as well wither and rot under a moonless sky. This forest, however, with the coming of warriors, would not need the wind’s presence to keep it company.

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