In the heart of deep woods, where trees hug secrets and shadows play hide and seek, little voices hum.

"Follow the flicker," a shadow giggles, pointing to where tiny lights dance on leaf tips.

Beside a brook that sings to stones, a murmur says, "Here the fish count stars."

And in the hollow of a trunk, a whisper wonders, "Who dreams while awake?"

Come here flicker_dance.html or maybe there singing_stones.html.