If you listen closely, the wind whispers through the leaves, encrypted messages from one elm to another. The oak holds secrets in its gnarled branches, secrets that echo a language we scarcely grasp. But here, we attempt to decipher these messages, to see the world through filtered sunlight and mossy shadows.
"It's like the roots of thought tangling beneath the soil," she said softly, "where dreams of sap run like murmurs of otherworldly foliage."
Beneath each bark, a library. A symposium of acorns convened to discuss growth patterns and seasonal cycles, their meeting minutes lost to time.
Perhaps one day, we'll understand the nods between aspens, their cryptic leaf-shake languages.