In the twilight canopy, starlings flicker
decrypted murmurs echo in emerald veins,
soft-petaled constellations unwinding stories
in the eternal dance of cosmic tide.
Branches converge with spiraled galaxies,
roots entwined in planetary dreams;
listen now, dear traveler, to the song of silence,
where the language of trees transcends the void.
In this reverie, stars and leaves speak, encrypted, intertwined;
every leaf a message, every ring a history.