Whispered secrets in the spring breeze,
murmuring tales of forgotten leaves.
The brook hums a tranquil song,
melodies lost in echoes’ dance.
Shadows play on rippled skin,
silver words with tales akin.
What winds birth in silent flight,
fragile truths veiled in night.
Follow the path to where waters speak,
paths paved by the tears of the meek.
Listen, oh traveler, to the echo's call,
for spring's secret is whispered to all.
Seek the glade where whispers dwell,
unravel the stories that water tells.
The trees, they know, the skies, they see,
the resonant heart of eternity.