Beneath the canopy of murmurs and rustling foliage, words flow like sap through ancient branches.
Can you hear the jubilant chorus of timber tongues,
weaving energetic tales in encrypted bark codes?
Welcome to the language of trees,
rhythmic, elusive, and eternally green.
A translation guide might read:
Fir = Fortitude | Oak = Omnipotence
Birch whispers in breezes,
while willows waltz in moonlit grazes.