In the rustling realm where whispers dwell,
soft hushed tones of the elder oak,
weave through lichen veils, secrets untold,
murmuring enigma through bark-laden tones.
Quercus humus, radians flickering,
cryptic patterns in shadows of sapphire.
Coniferous sighs echo the ephemeral dance,
a fluid ballet in language ancient, verdant.
Whispered riddles encased in mottled cortex,
deciphered only through sylvan intuition.
Each leaf a letter, each root a binding tome,
etched stories of the sylvan heartbeat.
Shall you learn the lexicon of diaphanous waltz?
The selector lies below, paths unmarked yonder.
Traverse the hidden trails of the woodland,
embrace the rhythmic sway of timbered giants,
where motion is fleeting, yet firmly rooted.
Follow the echoes: Labyrinth, Awakening Song, Silence