In the cocooned sanctuary of nature's might, where the trees whisper secrets untold, an ironic silence envelops the articulate shouts of the wind.
The leaves giggle in rustling adulation as passers-by ponder the pretentiousness of their own echoing thoughts, each one more profound than the last yet all equally hollow.
"To be one with the forest," they declare, "is to dance with one's internal霊魂霊, illuminated by the moonlight of introspection."
Whispers of Nature Hidden Paths: Explorations