Banyan Thorns - Breath Beneath The Roots

Under the loam where the old songs hide, I hear the slow hum slip through the tide. Stone-bow moaning in a cavern of bark, Calling the sleepers who bloom in the dark. Pulse with me, Deep where the hidden roots speak. Breathe with me, Down in the marrow of the weak. We are the whisper the forest keeps… Breath beneath the roots. Fungal lanterns flicker low, Threads of memory start to glow. Every step sends tremors wide, Carried by a thousand lives inside. Hollow wind… carry in… Spore-born light… wake again… Circle me… sink below… Teach my bones… how to grow… Pulse with me, Deep where the hidden roots speak. Breathe with me, Down in the marrow of the weak. We are the whisper the forest keeps… Breath beneath the roots. Hear the dirt inhale, Hear the moss exhale… Follow the trembling ground… It remembers every sound. Lay your ear to the soil and choose: Become the breath beneath the roots.