In an ancient tongue, the trees whisper
Leaves murmuring secrets, branches braiding myths
Encoded messages entwined in ivy's embrace:
An old oak's heart aches in rings of ages
while the willows weep in dew-soaked sonnets.
Beneath the cloak of bark and leaf,
the coded language of the forest sings:
"Follow the moss, let whispering winds guide.
Where roots anchor, truth lies waiting,
beneath soil's breath."
Carved lines inscribed in elven script,
crossed paths of whispering sprites,
where ancient echoes whisper forgotten songs.
And so, the forest tells its tale,
etched in shadows, buried in song.
Discover other whispers of the woodland:
Echoes |
Murmurs
Return to the shores:
Water Songs