Each forgotten yearning is tied tightly within the tree's embrace. Let them unravel and see the irony: unfurl promises wrapped with sarcasm.
Acorn Parables: Tiny vessels of future giants, or so we pretend.
Root Sayings: Grounded truths, articulated by silence.
"To climb without reaching, to grasp those branches unseen," whispers the knot, its bark smirking clueless, dreaming of familiar lands.
In the twist of bark: Growth Riddles, questions mulled by wind.
Knotted minds: apply sunscreen to ignorance, lest wisdom show her forgotten path.
And so our tales twist, a golden thread among shadows, woven silently by those who slept with eyes wide and blind.