Upon the canopy's reach,
the stars etch whispers,
a silent hymn outside time,
crescent leaves aligned
breaking sunlight's code.
In the bark's tender embrace,
echoes of starlit secrets:
a kinship with constellations,
The Wanderer dreams
,carving paths woven by lunar breath.
Bear witness to the arcane roots,
entwined with ethereal night
—listen, as tender vines dance,
swirling in backlit reverie,
unlock whispers encrypted by time's gentle hands.
Follow, find:
The Oracle Tree
or
Verdant Memories