In the hushed rustle of autumn foliage, secrets bound by sap and fiber sing. Listen closely; let your ear match the ears of a nameless wanderer. The sound oscillates between worlds, beyond the plane of bark and leaf through which we know it.
Beneath the bed of soil, elegance climaxes where roots cradle the atmosphere's dust, courting the tendrils of cosmic sighs. Observe the minuscule, and find it written on the letters of celestial wood, calling upon the antiquity of whispers. Between pages of dusk, upon indistinguishable ink, lie the memetic confessions dust bears in an embrace known only to the sisterhood of trees.
Perhaps your wander will lead here, amongst the marionette symphony of iron and vine. Here, solace charts its own unpredictability, brushing sea sounds upon filtering leaves which trap the sun's joyful laughter.
Unspoken Secrets Forest Dreams