From the heart of the umbra forest, muted whispers speak
Entwined destinies cradled in bark-marred verses,
Where each leaf language hides a tome of sorrows untold.
The watchful cedar deep in meditation,
Bears witness to the clandestine rustlings of dusk.
Scroll of lignum vitae, lain beneath the autumn's breath,
Carved in langues arboreal, deciphering cosmos, unveils.
As shadows dance amidst the timber's nightsong
Seek the text thus veiled in gnarled script.
Which of the cardinal branches linger yet ever east?
The Grounded Testament