The language of trees whispers anew, laden with the weight of autumnal flame. Beneath the rustling canopy, secrets unfold; grace intertwined with eons of longing. Silhouette beneath moonlight weaves tales puzzled between the fern and mossy bed.
Wood speaks sans breath, lover's code, Rustling sonnet, curls in folded bark. My love, akin to root-bound, whispers, Sways where breath holds spellbound there.
Close your eyes, hear veins run deep and wild chorale upon the ridge, as Aurelia weeps the jade-wreathed elegy—unwritten, but not unseen. Dawn, brushed as golden seams of breeze-caressed petals, ignites the canopy of dreams.
Into the 光 Of Streaming Stars The Echo Within The 林Time, tirelessly folded on itself, entwines you among shadow-dipped arcs, conjecturing sublunary paths rendered in arboreal hues. Allow the fragrance to compose you in whispered kiss, between ancient breaths trees utter, untranslatable yet knit with care.