Heart of Wood

Woods whisper softly, woods whisper deeply,
the heart of wood beats, the heart of wood sighs—

Listen to the echoes in the winding clock,
where time is measured not by seconds but by the breathing of the leaves.

Synchronicity in the forest's pulse,
a dance of shadows and whispers.

Beneath the canopy lies the secret heart,
where roots entangle dreams and memories of a forgotten sky
the pace of life as steady as the hand of a craftsman.

Drumming the Oak
Whispered Words
Ferns in the Mist

And so the heart of wood resides,
in stories told by wind and by firelight,
a cradle for the stars' ancient lullabies.