A lonely path walks softly in the woods,
Where whispers dance with the skipping wind.
Have you heard the story of the tree-mouse?
No? Let me tell you in whispers.
Once, in the cool shade of a great oak tree,
sat a mouse, painting songs with her paws.
She lived on dreams and dew drops.
On days when sun kissed the leaves green,
She would spin tales of far away lands.
The stars listened close by night,
And the moon borrowed her songs.
Link to another tale: Starlight Songs
Find more echoes: Echoes of the Forest