The roots speak in subterranean dialects,
binding the soil with syllables of patience.
Leaves converse in the hush of breezes,
deciphering sunlight into verses of warmth and shade.
What does the ancient oak conceal in annual rings?
A history encrypted in chlorophyll tongues,
wisdom whispered to wandering winds.
We walk paths woven between organic encryptions,
following trails marked by ecosystems unknown.
Decode: (sun + shadow) * time / patience
Unlock the archive of symbiotic notions
within the forest's untouched verse.
The words of the woods remain hidden until sought, unraveling through observant eyes and quiet footsteps. Each tree, a tome; each forest, a library.
Journey deeper beyond the underbrush and discover stories only told in rustling scripts.
For those who ponder, ponder deeper among the secretive sages of the boughs.