At the beginning, there was the forest and the forest was blown away… When, after the Christmas storm in 1999, I crossed the Margeride, the felled forest had become silent. Even the birds had left the graveyard of the tangled trunks. Harmony of shapes, colors and lights, the forest is also a symphony orchestra whose score is played by the wind. There is the tree of life, that of Love, the tree of three lights, that of knowledge and also the weeping tree or the symbolic tree of the earth. We must all respect them, because these wonderful virtuosos are also alchemists who transform the most deadly gas into vital breath. - AHD