Secrets of the Eldertree

In the forest's embrace, where sunlight hesitates
A breeze wanders, carrying tales older than time
"Did you hear," it murmurs softly, "of the forgotten paths?
They weave through shadows, where light fears to tread."

Leaves shimmer, telling stories with rustling tongues,
"The Oak remembers," it sighs, "the steps of all who seek.
Beneath roots entwined, lies the heart of what was,
Be still and listen — whispers, whispers, everywhere."

Veiled in green, the whispers weave a tapestry
"This way," they beckon gently, "to the glen of forgotten dreams
Where time stands still, the world hushed in reverence
Only the brave, or the foolish, dare to tread this ground."