Butterfly Dream

The butterfly whispers to the oak, its wings a symphony of muted colors.

In the heart of a tangled forest, where sunlight meets the ephemeral dance of shadows,

lies the story wrapped within the bark—etched by time, unreadable yet intimate.

The roots thrum with histories untold, a silent echo of the winds’ tales missed by human ears.

Encrypted Messages of the Woodland

"The rustle of leaves spelling secrets,
A language woven with the sap of dreams."

What does the whispering canopy confide?

Travel the traces of aged bark to discover where the moonlight meets the dew-kissed brooks,

and listen for the symphony in the silence.