Dreamt I was tuning a tree

I'm standing in a forest at first light, and every trunk is strung with strings — not wrapped around, but growing out of the bark like they belong there. I walk from tree to tree with my tuning fork, and each one hums back a different note. The spruce I've been waiting on for years is the last one, and when I touch it, it doesn't resist — it just opens, like it's been singing this whole time and finally let me hear it. Woke up with my hands buzzing.