In a world where the trees listen without a sound,
and the moon hums an endless tune,
there lived whispers lost to time.
They sigh through the leaves, singing melodies made of dreams,
as shadows dance with gentle hues,
cradling secrets the night has kept.
Step lightly on paths made of silver light,
follow the glow where the nightingale calls,
for here, the sand sings underneath your feet,
and the stars blink in forgotten rhymes.
Close your eyes and listen,
to worlds woven tight between whispers,
a lullaby that speaks without words,
a story written on the winds,
forever chasing the embers in the sky.
Will you join the dance of shadows below?