Wild Sap Broadcast

My lungs expand, a current deep and low,
This silent booth, where ancient whispers grow.

[Verse 1]
Static hum, a whispered secret told,
This dark booth, a forest floor of old.
Into the ether, my wild sap it flows,
A quiet broadcast, only the night forest knows.

[Chorus]
No one listens, no one hears,
Just the hum, a truth it bears.
No one listens, no one sees,
My heart's deep rhythm through the trees.

[Verse 2]
These unseen signals, a canopy of sound,
Where forgotten echoes can still be found.
Like sun-dappled skin, a truth I bare,
To the humid air, nobody there.

[Chorus]
No one listens, no one hears,
Just the hum, a truth it bears.
No one listens, no one sees,
My heart's deep rhythm through the trees.

[Bridge]
This hallowed silence, a root unbound,
A thousand ancient trees, their wisdom profound.
I shed these leaves, every last veneer,
My true rhythm pulses, crystal clear.

[Outro]
Just the hum, the forest's deep sigh,
Under a vast, unwitnessed sky.