[Verse] They stayed in the hush, in the sway, in the green, Where the sky trickled down through a filtered sheen. No fire, no blade, no road to roam — Just bark for shelter, and leaves for home. [Verse] Their eyes still knew the way of light, Through tangled limbs and whispered night. And when we rose, they did not kneel — They chose to feel what we chose to steal. [Chorus] Echoes in the tree — not ghosts, but kin, Who never tore the world to win. They speak in rustles, in clicks, in cries, In language older than our lies. [Bridge] Do they dream? Do they remember? Do they know that we forgot? In every root, a fading thread To a silence we are not. [Verse - soft] The ape still sings, though we don’t hear, Behind the hum of fire and fear. But in the branches, still they be — The ones we lost to destiny. [Outro - slow fading chant] Echoes… Echoes… Echoes of the tree…
