As the banyan whispers to the cedar, a symphony unraveled in secret notes.
In the grove where roots intertwine, frequencies dance upon chlorophyll, trembling beneath the astral tapestry. Boughs speak through fibers unfurled in cryptic arrays, truths hidden in foliated ciphers.
Oscillating seedlings with elemental wisdom, reflective in moonlit nirvana, bless the earthly realm with arboreal revelations. The Song of the Fractal Boughs reveal kinships morse in a myriad of tambours, humming their encrypted universal dance.
Leaves scribble memories reversing time, quivering tales unbeknownst to earthen labor. Sound the Root Symphony against the tumulteous sky.