Roots of Unsung Songs

Whispers dance upon the olive branches, the moon's tender caress upon hearts entwined. They sing in shadows of forgotten gardens, where violets hide clutching their secret hymns. Each leaf, a note, a tremor of the unseen, echoing the symphony no ear has heard. A chorus wrapped in mist and morning dew, caressing the dusk with every silent farewell. Beneath the arboreal canopy, laughter spills, a waterfall of melodies cascading through time. Longing, a wind that sweeps the quiet soil, planting dreams like roots of ancient song. Together they weave, the tapestry of stars, a lover’s whisper lost to night’s embrace. In every shadow, in every sigh, the heart’s unvoiced opus dances in delight.