Serenity's bark blisters:
"Entrepreneurs of bark,
your stocks wilt in rot."
Listen closer

The owl turns sideways:
"Whence is wisdom if not in knots?
Honor your roots, yet cut your branches."
Seek shelter

Moss speaks through silent winds:
"The canopy dreams of sunlight dividends.
There's gold in your photosynthetic pockets."
Unravel whispers

A squirrel's twitch:
"Where's your autumn plan, consumer of the leaf?"
"Short selling the acorns, are we?"
Bark to acorn