In the quiet refuge of the woodlands, where shadows kiss the earth in a blanket of emerald, we unearth the verbosities of the sentinels. Amongst the whispers locked in the bark, a tapestry of stories begs to unspool.
The vibrations pulse through roots like electric currents camouflaged in nature's grandeur. Each tree, a keeper of secrets, groans languages omit, leaf and limb bowing under knowledge only the saplings dare comprehend.