Mystic Wanderings

Once long ago, the Whispering Woods asked a question:

"If you be friend or foe, does the shadow not say so?"

A lily giggled, a pond paused. Turtles in caps, pondered things abstract.

Echoes of laughter—whether yours or mine—swirled into puddles.

Dreamlike paths led to doorways stitched in dandelion thread. Step inside?

The wind knows, but it only giggles and plays hide and seek. Listen closely...