Do you think the tree feels the wind beneath its roots?
Silence remains, as waves unbroken by the shore.
The whispered echoes claimed something profound:
"roots intertwining in the earth's embrace hold more stories than books ever will."
Overheard, somewhere in the depths:
"Perhaps the forest dreams in hues unseen by eyes, a vibrant shadow of self."
In another realm, another question posed:
"Is a decision made, or merely unearthed like a buried seed of thought?"
Three travelers in forgotten paths beneath the canopy: "Do whispers have roots? Some say they're anchored in forgotten truths."
Like trees in a gentle pull of gravity, consider this:
Mary, alone in a world loud with silence, asked,
"Do echoes remember their way home?"
Additional paths through dreams:
mystery | essence | evasion