Through the shadowed undergrowth
The tales whisper like autumn leaves,
Each word a particle of cosmic debris,
Adrift together,
Settling in a soft symphony of silence.
Time once stood here, patient
waiting for the eternal
cosmic tap-tap-tap on brittle branches,
Unraveling woven hymns
Of ancestors and specters.
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Beneath these stories
A rabbit runs, unknowing
of the breath of ancient stars
upon its fur,
drawing lines along its path
to burrows long forgotten.
Veer right to the Cardinal Path
Listen to the Murmur of the Leaves...
Tide Horizons Beyond Forest
Above, the branches entangled
With stories we cannot
comprehend, but feel
in shadows of twilight
And echoes of footsteps.