Empires Lost To Time

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Empires Lost To Time

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Municipality: Breitenbach
District: Thierstein
Canton: Solothurn
Country: Switzerland
Trees: European beech (Fagus sylvatica)
Season: Autumn
Month: November
Mood: Enigmatic and mysterious
Colours: Black, grey, red
Depiction: On a November autumn, a beech forest emerges as a mesmerising labyrinth. The trees present a close-up spectacle exceeding the ordinary. With their thin trunks and twigs, they form a dense thicket.
The leaves of the beeches blaze in bright red. They appear as if the foliage burns, glowing against the blackened background. The opacity of the twigs shapes a wall, obscuring the beyond.
The impenetrable beeches beckon with an allure as if veiled in a shroud of mystery. Its black background enhances the fiery brilliance of the leaves’ crimson-tinged maze. A visual symphony unfolds, surpassing the conventional autumnal palette. Within the thickets of slender twigs, the forest forms a labyrinth. Empires Lost To Time has its twists and turns of this crimson awe.

Empires lost to time, a sight to behold,
Varied trees, their shapes both slender and bold.
In autumn’s grip, the grove wears red attire,
Amidst tremendous crimson shades set on fire.

Within the jumble of twigs in this maze,
Where tangled limbs twist in fanciful ways.
Slender trunks of beeches stand tall and proud,
Trees upon trees, forming an assembled crowd.

A dark ambience evokes mysteries,
For the guardians of past histories.
Lost empires and lore on a larger scale,
As in a pivotal, long-forgotten tale.

Sentinels of time, trees protect the past,
Where remnants of dominion did not last.
Their presence whispers of untold stories,
Of the wooden realm and province’s glories.

These mysterious and gorgeous beech trees,
Their twisted forms mark odes to histories.
Empires lost to time, legacy remains,
In the rustling of the crimson leaves’ refrains.

Each branch and twig, a path to unravel,
Through the wooden warren, secrets travel.
In this sovereignty, ages intertwine,
Amidst the beeches, peace and solace align.