The Lyrics From Billys Forest Chapter 328

Being a daily writer I'm blessed to sit inside this forest to receive the message from the presence of a universe so giving. Inside this journal called The Lyric's From Billy's forest I have four years of experience presented in word. How each entry widens the heart to this collection of trees. These are changing times. So hot that fruit are sizzling on trees in the UK. What do the other shapes of nature hear while we're experiencing the same climate? By the time this journal is complete will the trees still be talking with me?