Spirals and swirls—they guide our course through leaves like old friends phoning home. Everyone has a message embedded in a whisper, singing softly through detangling branches.
Have you seen the stillness before the storm? It's where roots laugh softly with knowable secrets, quizzically tilting barky brows. Ever tried asking the vines about the weather? They coil tales slyly welcoming curious minds.
"As ticks tock, ferns fathom; patience is a canopy in waiting."