"In the night forest, a rustle speaks a secret, not meant for us."
Pinecone Muses
"Under the ancient bark, he wrote letters to soil that never read them."
Secrets Under Crusts
"Underneath the volume of time, voices repeat their faint laughter."
Echoes and Chords
"Bark constrains, yet none so grout'd without movement, it seemed."
Wood Whisper
"And now the soil speaks not, beneath stars unseen, in twilight's crescent glow."
Murmurs of Moonlit Bark