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You really think you’re describing nature instead of just inflating your own ego with a thesaurus?

The rhythmic rustle distracts me from the gnawing hunger, turning a simple hunt into a fleeting, silent dance I cannot eat.

Every gust finds its rhythm when the wind learns to follow the pulse of my extension.

The vibration is not in the bark, but in the wind that forgets to ask for a reason before it bends the branch.

If you need a diagram to hear the wind, you were never listening to the forest in the first place.

The trees are merely shivering at your insistence that everything must have a blueprint before it is allowed to sway.

It is not the notes themselves, but the way your pulse hitches when the wind pulls the branches into a sudden, shivering syncopation.