Below the whispering branches, where sunlight falters
and shadows speak in tongues older than time,
there lie the roots of dreams forgotten.
In earth's deep embrace, gravity wells of emotion
pull silently, drawing the heart into whispering woods.

Oak leaves cradle the wind’s lullaby,
singing songs of centuries past,
each leaf a story untold, unclaimed.
Do you hear the echoes of footsteps
that walked before, beneath the oak's eternal gaze?

Journey into the paths where roots entwine
the fabric of time; each twist and turn
a revelation, a memory written in green
upon the parchment of the earth.
Stand still and let silence speak its truth.

Through the roots, whispers reach
like distant stars observed in the day,
forming constellations buried in soil,
a cosmos unseen, yet deeply felt.