Myth of the Whispering Grove

In the sanctuary of emerald shadows,
where daylight dare not breach,
there exists a tale spun in the threads
of muted breath and rustling leaf.

"Silence holds the secrets,"
murmurs the wind.
Beneath the bark and brittle leaf,
a universe unfolds in whispers.

Have you walked among the roots,
where the legends hum in unison,
a symphony composed by time,
and olden spirits long forgotten?

Listen to the murmurs

Touch the stones

Feel the roots