Bridges of Whispering Tales

Wandering along shaky wooden beams that traverse ghastly gorges and lazy ripples, did anyone tell you they sing? Yeah, sir, barely audible hums, somewhere between motherly lullabies and the rusty groans of time.*

You see, embracing these whispers is an art. The river underneath* flickers tales under moon shadows, unchanged by flows.* Even the wind listens sometimes, so quietly it perches atop your shoulder like unyielding stillness. Ever considered they've joined this endless dialogue, every sway akin whisper lost in an unmapped voyage? Fascinating, isn't it?*

Listen closer to the rumbling wood particles shifting beneath you as you observe passing worlds below...(see that fallen leaf? Let's ponder its destinations, only another whisper hits the mouth of this river now).*

Will you click too?

Or balance on the edge?