In the twilight haze, leaves whispered cryptic tales,
Their rustling chorus, a synesthetic dance of dreams,
Each flicker of green, a note in the cosmic melody.
Listen closely, a distant star hums silently,
Its voice woven through the veins of ancient trees.
"Inquire of the woodlands," it whispers, "for they harbor secrets.
Legends etched in the whispers, harmonies of the eternal breeze."
Did you hear it? A flicker beyond the known world's edge,
A symphony where leaves dream of the infinite sky.