📜 Tooth of Time - An Arboreal Epistle

"Kings are but twigs in the breeze's crown"
- A Little Fir Once Said

Sycamore to Spear Observe: Time, not the persistent clogs of clockwork, glances upon us only through the Winds' approval.

Apologies, Mistaken Acorn - Hear the decree of pines:

• Grow thou self an iron bark before ambition's sap decays.
• Do not hasten, brave leaf, for time maps the unmeasured exhale.
• Know thy neighbor's – a riddle bound in bark thickness.

Glares from silvery birch etched your name into present's parchment,
Yet, remember: Each era is rootbound, dancing in rhythm to wind's coy laughter.

In closing: To decode, look e'er to the spaces where sunbeams falter.
Allow the soil to whisper, for it reads chapters we're blind to.