Tip toe, tip toe, they say the trees can hear. A little path, a little light. Why are the shadows so tall?
Wrapping around, hugging tight, no space to breathe, only silence, only whispers...
Hands cold, feet cold, a small voice, a silent scream. Can you hear the giggles hiding in the branches?
Running and hiding, but never alone. Never alone. Just whispers that never end.