whispers of the coast

to find the secret of the tides, listen closely to the willows. their branches tell stories of currents in gestures.

embrace the language of the pines; each needle a syllable, each cone a word. woven thoughts in silent breezes.

the map to the ocean's heart lies under bark, marked by hidden grooves in the trunk. trace them with care.

the forest of signs echoes of growth roots of knowledge