Beyond the fog, where mycelium whispers to photons.
The oak's plight, murmured in diagonal shadows. Understood only by the birch's bark.
Maple branches, catching whispers of breezeit, refracting secrets of the gentle light dance.
Reach beyond, where tree-tongues curl with lfone glimmerings.
In the light-dappled veil, translucent messages carve themselves into the verdant skin.
The language of seedlings, composed of sine waves and twinkle roots, conducts a ceremonial ballet in silent nodes.