Beneath the silent pillars, words unfurl in rings.
Secrets told in bark script, winds carry whispers only heard through canopy ears.
In shadows cast by branches, reflections drown in emerald thoughts, silent yet profound.
Leaves echo past breaths, rooting in soil of time,
Searching for sunlight of understanding in a forest dense with questions.
The language of bark and leaf—a lost scripture, written in the dialect of summers.