"Have you heard the secrets that the shadows tell? They don't speak, but their silence screams." - whispered the cloud to the wind.

"I met a stranger in the mirror today, she had stories inked on her skin," I replied, gazing into the reflection of my own daydream.

"Do dreams have color when the eyes are closed? I wonder if they're painted with moonlight." - musings of a wandering thought.

"Sometimes, I think the trees have ears... or maybe they're just listening to the whispers of the breeze," said the old pine.