Once upon a time, on a quiet day, the paths sang songs of forgotten play.
Ghostly footprints tap-tap-tap, leading somewhere, maybe a lap.
In the thicket, shadows dance, lending the breeze a curious chance.
Trace the whisper's call and find hidden stories untold.
Or step where phantoms play beneath the secret canopy of trees.
Each step echoes with giggles of old, tales of wanderers, brave and bold.
So take this path, if you dare, find the spots where no one is there.