The canopy softly murmurs secrets, nodes' quiet stir. Beneath the bark's fortitude, optimized links breathe life into the soil's ancient script.
What do you gather from the shade's cryptic signals? Roots converse in dialects woven with moss and layered whispers. Each leaf, a telegraph of forgotten rainstorms.
To compute one arboreal syntax, steal traces from the phloem's quiet letters. A syntax embedded in uprightness and the embrace of sunlight's pixelated dance.