Sanctuary of the Cathedral's Foliage

The towering trees stand as silent stewards
of a forgotten liturgy, where every leaf
becomes a stanza in an unbroken hymn.

Though the air thickens with the scents of moisture and earth, it carries the faintest echo of yesterday’s prayers, longing fealty to cathedral ceilings that now succumb to ivy's embrace.

Someone was singing a song
that only the mountains could cradle
that only the shadows could hear.

Eyes soft-muted by the green canopy
encounter stained-glass reflections upon
the forest floor where fae mischief
ignites to life the moment you inhale ambition.

There is quiet strength in this place
a resilience made manifest in the
roots that clutch both earth and belief.

Ether of the Paean Whisper Route