You watched, in the many-eyed, branching way that forests watch, as the humans forgot this little space. You smiled, in the twittering, creaking way that forests smile, as you grew deeper there. You delighted in the advancing mosses. You hummed along with the crickets, celebrating the long grass. You basked in the dappled sun, the deep shadows. You reclaimed, with your myriad roots, the foundation of that old stone cottage.