Forests remember

This is a lovely little fable I'm torn about sharing. Not because it isn't gorgeous and profound - its is gorgeous, and profound! - but because I don't know whom to credit. It seems to trace to a Tumblr page called bees-with-swords about a year ago but did it originate there? 

Who knew Tumblr, where content just gets reproduced rhizomatically, is still tumbling! In any case, I'm so happy this found me! It speaks to my sense, opened up by Robin Wall Kimmerer, of just how many forms of kinship we might remember if we just remembered to.