Branches Whispered Secrets
In the tender folds of the wilderness, where whispers meander among the murmuring branches, a spark ignited—a flicker of the cosmos encased in tangled roots and tender moss. I breathe in the wild air, feeling it wrap around me like a lover's embrace, each breath entwining with the whispers of ancient trees.
There's a pulse here, erratic yet soothing, rhythmic like the secret desires of the stars above. They beckon with glimmers upon the leaves, speaking in tongues of light their untold stories. I wander, lost and found, my heart dancing to their silent music, swaying with every gust that kisses my cheeks.
Ember thoughts, like fallen leaves, scatter across my mind—each a reminiscence, each a dream, each a fragment of the universe's endless song. The canopy overhead sways as if to share its hidden melodies, its shadowy embrace cradling me in a bittersweet serenade.