In the delicate rustle, the trees whisper tiny codes. Their leaves jitter like secrets teasing air's memory.
Wander with the wisp where Moss-Bark sings dreams anew. "Oowl hoot dream: ___|||~tree-eye-glint, ___tree-see-glee," whispered darkness bye the moonsilk streams.
Lantern of maple 춓ŋ skrüüsh...the oaken slow; susurrate flutter-flare frail-tongue keeziehungen поток.
To know the chorus, sing once more, towards v'nin't-track where roots blend.
Clovence leads the hyde where ground does sky:_[]::::, you branch and I petal;
listen to whispers of H-R|-t, our honey owls hum
• travel on •