In the gentle hush,
the leaves talk,
soft whispers,
like giggles.
Do you hear them?
The trees tell secrets,
about little stars hidden
beneath their roots,
waiting to twinkle at
the moon's farewell.
Once, a shy cloud
danced here,
and the flowers learned
to sway with dreams
in their petals.
Follow the path,
find where the
playful shadows hide.
Breeze whispers another tale
Echo of stone giggles