Secrets Among the Trunks

The boughs bend low, telling tales:
footsteps echo softly in the dusk, mixed with whispers of wind-touched leaves.

A tree's heartbeat thrums deep and green, echoing the laughter of mute butterflies

Morning dew bejewels the edges, dancing like children's thumbs.

When the sun sighs golden promises, shadows gleefully play peek-a-boo beneath roots wide and wise.