Echo Path

In the land of soft whispers and nodding trees, there lies an echo path. It's not just any path. Oh no, it talks in dreams you see. Invisibly bright, mysteriously soft.

The breeze tickles here, caresses... Whispers stories about stars that play hide and seek.

Sometimes, if you listen closely, you can hear the bushes giggle as the sky blushes a warm pink. You wonder, "Does the moon snooze with a silver knit blankie?"