In the silence cradle, the cedar grew
weaving echoes through untouched canopies,
as starlit dew speaks in amphibian tongues,
encrypted secrets resting in silent wood knots.
ancients hum beneath rustling breaths
choiring frequencies across a mist-laden glade,
still, seeking in the arboreal mind,
gestures locked in foliage disciples.
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