In the garden of hidden dreams, the grass is always whispering. The trees hold secrets, and the flowers have words too.
Walk softly, hear their cries, little voices lost among shadows, voices echoing never felt, never seen. In the hollow of the night, when the moon hums, I hear their quiet.'
There's a corner where the sun forgets, and here, the sapling dreams a giant's song.
sing through the silence, listen to the shadows that dance, play in the twilight park where giants breathe quietly.
Not a word spoken aloud, but in the heart, the tiny screams build a world, an invisible wonder.
Do you see? The sky wears a frown, and the clouds are memories. Each step is a mystery, each breath is a tale.