As the dawn breaks and the sun stretches over the horizon,
whispers carried by gentle winds weave through the trees.
"A wish made by the sea," they say, echoing the tide's sigh.
Learn more about the sea's wishes.

Was it a desire or a secret they carried? Much like
autumn leaves, wishes too have a language,
spoken not by words but by soft breaths of air.
"Unravel the threads of time," the winds instructed.

Ancient trees stand witness to these secrets as
roots anchor them in the soil, invisible threads
binding wishes to reality, concealed by nature's veil.
Hidden roots speak.

So listen, with intent, to the secrets that linger,
for every breeze is a fragment of a whispered wish,
and you may just hear one, if only you know where to listen.