Timber Said The Worm

The fall is a tremor; its song - weaves past trees to listening animals. Earth hears every - echo, from leaves scattered by fate - to bones - turned hollow reeds - that surrender their cadence. The ancients bark louder - echoing the wisdom, of the cosmos: that - life is not a possession but a resonance, a frequency that harmonizes the disparate threads of the ever-unfolding tapestry.