Mosaic of Manipulations

Lumber spoke of the winter breeze, while roots wove stories of hidden springs.

S T R L O G L H J D Y H E X I E P Q

Evergreen laughs tickle the canopy, as the sun's golden fingers pluck unseen strings.

Inner Bark Voice

When we listen closely, tree knots reveal their charades in quiet hums and gentle sways.

Chatter of the Orioles