Once, in the heart of a forest,
the trees spoke the language of wind.
They told me about the black hole,
🌳🌳🌳 where night swallows starlight.
Branches extend into dreams,
swaying in the invisible push.
Roots digging deep into whispers,
seeking the silence of infinity.
Can you hear the chime of the cosmos?
The leaves fall like wishes, fading away.
The squirrels ponder, 🌲 what does the darkness taste like?
Whirling leaves in the dance,
spinning tales of hidden things,
a riddle wrapped in bark.
Tap into the trunk, listen closely, the black hole sings.
Come, dear wanderer,
let's spiral down 🌳🌳 into the cozy embrace of event horizons.