Linings of Thought

Beneath the arboreal whispers,
a brook sings the notes of yesterday's dreams.
Here, where sunlight fractures upon leaves,
thoughts nestle in the undergrowth.

To walk this path, you must listen
to the echo of your own footsteps,
deciphering the alphabet of rustling
leaves that speak in tongues not of this world.

The trees hold their secrets,
coded in bark and leaf veins,
cradled in the warm embrace of the wind.
Whisper the linings aloud,
let them curl like smoke into the canopy,
a language of time spoken quietly.

      // A secret message in the language of whispers
      const hiddenWhisper = () => {
          let thought = "Lines within lines, codes that intertwine.";
          let reverberate = thought.split(' ').map(word => word.split('').reverse().join('')).join(' ');
          return reverberate;
      };
      console.log(hiddenWhisper());
    

Walk further into the woods and find the echoes.
Join the murmurs when the storms gather.
Unlock the ciphers that linger in the shadows.