Communication with nature must be silent. Stillness is a non-negotiable condition in order to achieve what we are all looking for, even if we do not know it: to speak with the trees, or even better, to listen to what they tell us all the time. The trees know that we are not willing to waste our time –indeed, we think we are wasting our time- paying attention to their eternal and fluent whispering, but they do not despair: they are patient. They move with the innocence of a child that acts as if he knows nothing about life, precisely because he still knows everything about it. We suspect that a universal threat will appear without warning if we pause to listen to the trees, and this will force us to acknowledge something we do not like at all: we are small, motes of dust that barely leave their traces in an infinite whole, in which not even the leafiest of trees can protect us from the darkness of silence.Stillness is a non-negotiable condition to listen to the trees. To them we are motes of dust, unprotected from the darkness of silence.