In the hushed glades of forgotten echoes,
whispers entwine like dancers in dusk’s embrace.
A symphony pauses, each note a breath held,
yet the silence is a sound in itself.
Leaves recount ancient secrets—to sky and earth,
binding us to root, to path, to invisible threads.
Touch a fragile moment, and you ignite
the flame of stories seeded in the soil.
Did you hear the loneliness of a river’s song,
weaving through stones, unbroken, ageless?
Together with the wind, they craft symbiotic
whispers; here, the world’s heartbeat syncs with ours.