In the hushed exhale of the morning mist,
a tapestry of earth and evergreen unfolds.
Each step—a word unspoken.
Gnarled roots reach, like forgotten dreams,
grasping for threads in time lost to rushing hearts.
Light filters through leaves—a glow of hushed secrets.
Paths diverge, soft invitations,
where silence weaves its intricate dance.
Whispers echo in starlit reveries.
Listen—
Silence is an ocean, and we are but ripples,
dreaming of places unseen.