"Crack and bend, the wind spoke tenderly,
Towards the moonlit roots where dewdrops nibble.
One must rustle in the page-chafed dusk,
To find the squirrel's tales—invited, oh evoked!
Swing by on a beam of quirk,
When branches arch like Laughing Ted.
The nest numbers are tangled; see:
Nine-pebbled paths will twist until woven..."
🌲🌿 Are you ready to branch out? Reach the roots below:🌲🍃
Enter the Green Veil
Roots & Revelations