In the subtle graze where roots meet rivers,
whispers of the cedar hum encrypted giggles.
Bark scripts deciphered only at dusk,
"Send the spirits south where leaves speak in code."
Rain tests the laughter of hollow sycamores,
decipher root veins for the salt of mirth.
Enter a forest; leave with a smile encrypted in sap.
Deciphered: "The grove laughs at lunar shadows."