This reminds me of walking through the woods in the Pacific Northwest. The moss covered tree roots are often tall enough to walk under. I feel a universe of animals watching from behind trunks and branches, and I want to speak their language so I can live there too.
At this the woman said to the serpent: of the fruit of the trees of the garden we may eat. But as for eating of the tree that is in the middle of the garden, God has said, 'You must not eat from it, no, you must not touch it that you do not die.' -Genesis