Under the canopy, shadows weave their tales,
Rustling memories cradle golden thoughts of larvae and legacy.
Each leaf writes a fragment of truth, lost in winds—
Grasping at roots where shadows intertwine.
Circles and spirals of essence drifting through nectarous slumber,
Their laughter spills as gravel spreads beneath to soften the dull ache of echoes.
Cascading whispers tell of dusk's embrace,
Men beneath the stars, dreaming dreams like bark entangled in moonlight.
Explore the divinity of each spiraled branch, ancient whispers⬆️ dissolving to twilight.
Revive connections with roots lost beneath, fallen grace
As time undulates in spiral motions, time waters the soul.