Beneath the dense trees, shadows roam,
Each leaf whispers, holding a silent story.
The roots are embedded in the soil, permeating the unspoken time,
They danced in silence, channeling the energy of the arriving twilight.

The evening sky spreads hues of orange, red, and purple,
Dancing with the wind, erasing the boundaries between reality and dream.
The light seeped through the leaves, creating an abstract painting on the ground,
A symphony of colors and shapes lost in slowed time.

The trees speak in silence,
Keeping the secret of the fading sky,
There, between sky and roots,
There is a world without words, only felt by an open heart.