Magic Formulas of the Infinite Grove

In murmurs of the bark, the secrets align
The Fibonacci of branches reaching for the sun
A whisper: "Count the circles, not the strokes."
- Elder Birch 4:28

Roots beneath whisper truths unspoken,
"To compute the infinite leaf, measure the dew,"
said the Maple, wise in its silent arithmetic.
- Sage Oak I:12

"When the wind speaks through the needle-like leaves,
listen to the rhythm, for it counts your breaths,"
murmurs the Pine with needles sharp yet gentle.
- Pine Conifer 2:7