The Groves' Whispers

Listen closely, under the old bark's embrace:
"What sings in the mist beyond my reach?"
grows your answer, hidden in petals of silence.

"It's alright," said the shadow, "Let us dance with echoes untold."
Crunch, glimmer, fade into the night the noises told.

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