Forest of Dreams In the forest where dreams grow, every leaf tells a secret, every branch is an arm reaching out; each root twists like thoughts, dancing under the earth’s skin.

The air hums with the stories of creatures unseen, weaving a tapestry of sound, a lullaby for the wandering soul.

Close your eyes, listen well, and you might hear the wisp of a forgotten song, a hymn sung by the trees.

• Francis Picabia