The woods have secrets, but they're too polite to share.
"I found the path to fulfillment," she said, stepping off the beaten track.
"Have you tried talking to the trees about your issues?" asked the ancient tree.
Silence echoed louder than a thousand unsent text messages.
"We're all just poetic shadows in a satirical rain," he mused, leaf in hand.
Back to where echoes dare not speak
The riddle was carved by hands unseen