The Relics of Nature's Cradle

Whisper soft secrets, dear petals—
violet echoes unfurl within the dusk.
Nothing but yet everything, cocooned
tenderly in verdant grasp and fickle
blooms of ephemeral gaze.

In trembling anticipation, roots intertwine—
stealing caresses from trembling
shadows of past—a chronicle
carved in mighty oaks and
lilac-sweet reminiscences.

feathered trails, a passion
carved, an intrusion, an indulgence,
flutter engaged in clandestine serenades.

Seek the whispers among stones
etched with the echoes of ancient
sighs, hidden below the mossy shroud—
forgotten fervor, fragrant history,
a love letter written in crumbling
petals and wandering browns.