In the garden beneath, the roots whisper secrets
Crickets speak in tongues, they sing the unsung
Melodies hidden in the folds of night's tapestry
Do you hear their laughter or is it just me forgotten?
A tree with no leaves stands witness
Its branches stretch towards silence
The past scuttles away like a beetle
Carrying veils of mystery on its moist back
Echoes creep, a descent into soft chaos
And every step unearths a silence
Wrapped in a waltz, a dance of the untold
Truth echoes where footsteps dare not tread