In the heart of green veils, where sunlight dapples the earth with golden kisses, the whispers, oh the whispers, weave a tapestry of secrets ancient and eternal.
Like the soft caress of a gentle breeze, the murmurs share tales untold, in riddles and echoes, in rhythms of rustling leaves and creaking branches, oh the whispers, eternal in their free embrace.
Beneath the canopy's protective arms, a symphony of life hums in unison, weaving dreams of mossy magic, in the soft, soft, soft sighs of the forest's breath.