... A great longing for the old days when the trees could talk in Narnia came over her. She knew exactly how each of these trees would talk if only she could wake them, and what sort of human form it would put on...
...She looked at a silver birch: it would have a soft showery voice and would look like a slender girl, with hair blown all about her face, and fond of dancing...
...She looked at the oak: he would be a wizened, but hearty old man with a frizzled beard and warts on his face and hands, and hair growing out of the warts...
...She looked at the beech under which she was standing. Ah!- she would be the best of all. She would be a gracious goddess, smooth and stately, the lady of the wood...
...'Oh, Trees, Trees, Trees,' said Lucy (though she had not been intending to speak at all). 'Oh, Trees, wake, wake, wake! Don't you remember it? Don't you remember me? Dryads and Hamadryads, come out, come to me.'...
Though there was not a breath of wind they all stirred about her. The rustling noise of the leaves was almost like words. The nightingale stopped singing as if to listen to it. Lucy felt that at any moment she would begin to understand what the trees were trying to say...
...But the moment did not come. The rustling died away. The nightingale resumed its song.
*Excerpt taken from Prince Caspian by C.S. Lewis
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If only Narnia were a real place..or is it?
Gorgeous photos Jenni!
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