"The wind chimes have a thing for gossip. Just ask the rusty gate."
They swing in the breeze, pretending they're part of the summer serenade. But really, they're just eavesdroppers. All that tinkling? It's their laughter after hearing the gate's latest scandal involving the garden hose and the reluctant shovel.
"Old oak tree holds memories," whispered the curious rock.
Most think trees are just tall sticks with leaves. But this old oak? It's a comedic maestro, dropping acorns like punchlines and sometimes, if you're lucky, a dead branch for dramatic effect.
"The garden fence would never tell," said the nosy flower.
Or so the flower claims! All the fence does is stand firm, guarding secrets from prying petals. But yes, it knows the secret life of the neighbor's cat.
"Do will-o'-the-wisps even speak English?" the confused puddle wondered.
Puddles catch glimmers from these elusive lights but aren’t the conversational types. Their only trick is reflecting the sky, and even that seems like an accident. They giggle at the wisps, thinking, "What do they even mean?"
"Are rocks jealous of trees?" inquired the silent stream.
Made of whispers and ripples, the stream tried hard to be philosophical. Rocks never move, and motion sometimes breeds envy. But the stream assured, "No pebbly secret could rival a tree's sigh."
Find more tales under veils of nature:
Talking Mushrooms |
Rugged Talking |
Swamp Synapses