The brook babbles secrets,
sweet nothings of the forest.
Echoes of laughter, lies lost
in the mossy embrace
of the enchanted glade.
Once the petals kissed the dew,
now they shudder under gaze.
Do you hear the murmurs?
The slumbering shadows whisper tales
of lost lambs and unkind giants.
The sky cradles whispers,
crickets sing the requiem.
In the cradle of twilight,
reality bends, warps, and sighs
as the wind carries echoes.
Listen—listen closely.