Whispers of the Canopy

In the quiet symphony
of rustling leaves and
whispered secrets,
the tall giants speak
in murmurs of bark and
ancient root-bound wisdom.

Etched upon the wood's skin,
a language only known
to the forgotten winds
and the sun's tender gaze.

In every fold and crevice,
a verse etched in sap,
a song in the tongues of
vine and twisted trunk.