Wisps of Silence

In the forest's depth, there's a whisper
Never seen, a flicker in the twilight
When you walk at dusk, ears perked
There's the murmured telling of tales untold

Legends held by roots and stones,
Old trees that know secrets of the long gone.

-Lincoln Borough, Autumn Mist-

Some say there's a guide among the fog,
Not human, yet more understanding
When your path feels lost in the embrace of the dusk,
You sense a gentle nudge, leading you through.

Do you dare learn the untold truths,
That Earth does not speak to just any ear,
But respects & recalls its children?

* Private Knowings, Evening Echoes *