Can you decode the tree's dreams, rooted deep in soil's memory?
"The canopy of whispers echoes the trunk's thoughts, each leaf a syllable in nature's prose.
Roots speak in shadows, shadows speak in silence."
Roots speak in shadows, shadows speak in silence."
Silent oaken reflections share tales of winds long past,
Their stories encrypted in patterns of bark and branching.
Listen, for the trees are murmuring secrets that elude time.
What do their silent tongues wish to convey,
In a language only the keenest heart can interpret?
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