The Whispering Woods

Leaves tell stories
In rustling rhymes,
Speaking softly in secret,
Wrapped in starry climes.

Sunbeams trickle clear,
Through twiggy gates of time.
Dew drops giggle with glee,
In nature's childlike mime.

Shoulders of giants hold
Dreams of acorns bright,
Roots whisper lullabies
To the moon's gentle flight.

Travel to the Bark Journal Uncover the Root Tale