Tranquil disturbance: shadow passes through time
Leaves speak amongst themselves, hushed secrets
Mimicry of ages, phantoms trail without a sound
Ghostly echo of yesterday's questions unanswered

Whispers of the forgotten woodlands dance in twilight's grasp.

What was the question that the leaves forgot?
Phantom footsteps tread softly upon dreams of earth
Footfalls of the wind; do you remember their call?
A language spoken by brittle fingers
Silhouettes speaking in ink-black prose

Creeping silence beneath the watchful canopy of the ancients.

Who tends to the answers still waiting to be asked?
Roots entangled with indecision in the soil of now
A theft of memory in the quiet half-light
The trees breathe out, only to inhale untold stories
Echoes painted in shades of ghostly green

Beneath the overcast sky, echoes blend into the horizon's tapestry.
Murmur of Echoes Soft Lament Invisible Chorus