Flicker of Whispering Leaves

Whisper upon the wisp, sound veiled in emerald tongues,
canopy conspiracies, decoding the hum of roots.
Auroral echoes ciphers carried by woodland sighs. Move amongst the silence, the crack and scrunch of timeless dialogue.

Flicker—an ode to forgotten leaf language,
where brook chatter becomes a serenade,
abridged now by the halcyon brush of star-touched air.

Traverse to another glade: Dreamscape of the Old Ones
where light twists into tales unfurling along the bark, listening to the tree's phantom symphonies.