The forest is a place of rest where nothing is expected and everything is earned. It is where I go to smell the trees, feel the roots and the rocks under my feet and nothing else. The forest is the purest form of liberty. No guidelines, no paths, where every tree is the same but also different. Nothing is expected of you but everything you want from it as to be done by you. It gives me food, it gives me air, it gives me its beauty yet asks for nothing in return. So important yet so easily forgotten.