Riddle of the Streams

"If you listened closely, the water murmured secrets from the stones." Oh, what delightful coincidences in gentleness.

"Imagine footprints that don't belong to any creature known to walk," the tall trees rustle as if hiding a giggle.

“Whispers of a breeze carrying fragments of laughter,” said the red leaves with wistfulness unknown to themselves.

"You wonder too who traces patterns across dreams, don’t you?" a soft brook revealed with all its playful waves.