Botanic Rhythm

A whisper drifts through the undergrowth, where forgotten flora stretch toward unseen light. Here, ferns murmur secrets of ancient rain and wild berries hum lullabies to the breeze. A slow rhythm pulse, roots entwining, time unspooling, the quiet language of leaves unfolding like parchment. This is a place between memory and dream, where nature inscribes its poetry in delicate strokes.