Shadows dance between the lines of a forest poem,
where words tap into the whispers of ancient roots.
Cosmic dust
settles upon every uttered thought,
intertwining with the rhythm of twilight birds,
forming a symphony of echoes in the wild.

Were we ever above them or beneath it all,
the echoes chanting visions stardust still cling
to those who listen closer,
who weave among whispers in the untold narratives.