“Anna walked over to the edge of the cliff, and the panorama took her breath away. Down there walking in the forest she felt embraced, she might even call it loved, by the trees. Up here she could see a bigger view of them. For the first time in her life, Anna felt like she was part of something much bigger than the trees, the sky overhead, and her.“

Today get this magic realism fiction story as a free download. Join Anna in her quest to find out why the redwood trees across the creek are calling to her night after night in her dreams…

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My poem The Trees Weep is an excerpt from Humanity’s Lament: Poetry for Our Times

© Susan L Hart 2026 / SusanLHart.com / Find me also on Substack at Humanity’s Future