In twilight's embrace, a tree of whispers,
Leaves murmur secrets of worlds unseen,
Roots delve deep into the heart's caverns,
Seeking truths lost in silvered dreams.

Mystified, I stand beneath this giant,
Its bark a labyrinth of stories untold,
Each ring a hymn of seasons forgotten,
The air thick with memory's embrace, bold.

A single leaf falls, elegant in descent,
Spiraling like a thought escaping mind’s nettle.
I hear voices interlaced with moonlight,
Echoes of time, dancing in the night’s mettle.