Envelope yourselves, said the transient messenger from beyond the veil of the orchard. His words dissipated into the echoes yet to return. Gardens overlap with dimensions unbound by time; listening helps in the gathering of starlight dust.
Cattle as remnants of the sky, their chants forming nebulous ripples in the cosmic canvas. We are but travelers on pathways woven between symbiotic sheets of sound and silence.
A bumblebee's hum was mistaken for a node of time; thus it throbbed, leading symphonies that tread lightly upon dew. Messages displayed as patterns in the labyrinth of fresh blades, secrets harnessed from celestial dances.
What color is the sound of a bicycle at dusk, adrift in the otherworldly correlates of sine and surges? Perceivable only to those who dare juggle moments. Pastures bear the weight of untold notes; a serene recount of trees breathing orchestrated breaths.