Keeper of the wood

Every time when all of you plunge into the forest area deeper and more deeply, you accurately suffer a fixed, but imperceptible look. It none other than Keeper of the wood. To this day nobody and ever managed to see him. Presence was given only an inexplicable perspiration from his breath on a forehead, not under your legs by the crackling branches and bushes waving in windless silence. It is a lot of mean people false "hey" he brought to bogs. I brought many kind people to the road to the house. Without having feelings, the actions it reflects those thoughts with what you have appeared in his possession. Not to remember also with what this significant day we came into the wood. But then he has once and for the first time allowed us itself to see and to imprint. I remember precisely, this day we have planted a tree...