The forests undulate
The stalk whispers his monologue but no answer sounds.
The forests undulate
The stalk whispers his monologue but no answer sounds.
| When Green Speaks | |
|---|---|
| Tuesday Thoughts | Loneliness, ensconced among growth |
| Friday Fragility | Echoes of the trembling past |
Not a single sound punctures the pause—
Eyes meet with perpetual cacophony unheard.