// Gather shade beneath the canopy of emotion //
{"Quercus it of longing" whisper underneath}
< Brake petals from the starlit entropy >
Sprite of bark cradles the moonbeams sigh
Song like the rustle at twilight hour cultivar,
My veins entwine roots of pining four-legged few.
Language, Flower Frenzy,
Dare you to speak why springs cascade;
Yeah, she'll know,
The birch laughed its foliage dress into evening burgundy.
// Leaf: codes entangled within beneath => vibrations //