What secrets does the stone cradle in its green embrace?
Imagine walking down a path where moss holds conversations with reluctant breeze.
Have you ever wondered if trees sigh out ancient passwords into air?
Join me, won't you, in this small wander through whispers and reflections?
The gem spins, but does it tell time or twist destinies? Who can say...
Here are some riddles you might ponder while the rain listens.
Or perhaps you'd prefer to carve your own story on a river's pause.