Beneath the rave of rustling leaves lies an unfurling breath; a whisper in the encryption of bark and bloom.
Imagine entering voids where sap pulses like Morse on a damp autumn night.
Future Leaf Whispers
Each story tracelessly inscribed on nodes of knowledge and forgotten forest paths,
so the wind remembers what we must not forget.
Subconscious roots explore with outstretched tendrils, dreaming,
and awakening in the moist language only a sprout comprehends.
Swirls of green thought merging, diverging, questions unasked among the entwined root linguists.
Feel the tremor of swollen acorns; guardians of a future unheard.
Seeded Echo
The forest sleeps but never forgets; it sees with dew-kissed perception. Remember,
every fallen limb has a tale bound in the spiral symphony of time.
Echo Limb's Song