In an unassuming field, under an unassuming but all knowing Sun, a seed transported by the backs of bees lands in a sea of treeless greenery, unassumingly. 

Looking around, the field holds nothing, save the memories of past saplings - the ones too weak to hold firm in the unkempt dirt.

But this is where it makes its home. Its home, being here, now, by the grass that surrounds. It being Den, until now not noticed.

Den’s birth is not much different from the other trees before it. This field, though. This field holds a reputation to strangle. However, unlike the others, Den’s life has a future. 

The Sun has plans for Den; plans that will baptize Den and create, in it, something the world has never seen. 

For the Sun knows there’s potential in this one, in this seed - to make it into the best den for all leaves. They’ll speak and share their stories; the rooting of life’s murmuring.

And Den will listen, as its branches creak and sway with the breeze, the stories here told, by the language of leaves.