In the hushed conversations beneath the canopy, trees speak a language older than words. Their bark logs tales encrypted in the veins of their rings.
Pathways of roots serve as coded messages, redirecting gentle rain into stories unfurling across thick, ancient trunks.
Reflections observed in the dew-dusted leaves: remember, every rustle is a turning page, every breeze a reader's sigh.
To decipher these tales, one must listen to the echo of sap running warm beneath the cool bark. In doing so, we hear the files of forgotten accounts — histories whispered beyond the tongue of man.
Listen Deeper