Elderspring

Shards of twilight breathe
upon the weeping willow's tongue,
cascading whispers
across the unfurling leaves.
A symphony of woodpeckers
drumming on the hollow bones
of ancient secrets buried
in the soil's embrace.
The moon spills silver
onto the path of wandering eyes,
where stars and shadows entwine
in an eternal dance.
Elderspring echoes
with a voice unheard,
a lullaby of time forgotten.
And the brook flows,
relentless and wild,
carrying tales of
fractured kingdoms,
whispers of the elders
lost to the tide.
Shards of twilight breathe...