The trees sang in an unknown tongue,
Susurrations of ancient leaves,
a symphony for forgotten hearts.
Below the frost of secluded oaths,
Frost-born paths enshroud the whispers,
cryptic veins beneath the bark's realm.
Ciphers of the eternal greens reveal,
That frozen life thrives on sunlight’s veil
And shadows of the unseen groves smile.
The melody of roots
merge with the frost, transmitting secrets
in an envisioned package.
Silent echoes from
Abyssal Pear
speak of the
Crimson Oak's Herald
Breathe the cold fire that
paints the void with resonant hues;
forge symphonies in the snow's clasp.