Once upon a shimmer, there were voices,\ sweet and low, in the breeze that didn't know where it grew quiet.
Come listen to the leaves talk when stars forget their names.\ You may find the laughter of clouds left behind in the blue skies.
Enter the Canopy Ride the TideThe forest humming to the flow, roots
intertwining with tales untold.
Hold your breath and step lightly,
the grass speaks in tongues of crickets and old friends.