The Whispering Branches

Through the diaphanous veils
of whispered gold and silver spun,
the light dances shyly
upon branches ethereal and solemn.

Do you remember,
when the winds hummed secrets,
of dreams nestled
within the thickets' embrace?

A shimmer, a sigh—
echoes in the endearing dusk,
where past and future
intertwine like lovers parting at night.

Between the webs of time,
woven in destiny’s delicate strands,
the nightingale sings
of a place forgotten yet familiar.

Journey along the path
less touched by the sun,
and listen as the ancient oaks
whisper tales untold.