"They sing here at times,
a hymn to things that were.
Tomorrow waits quietly,
somewhere in the shade."

"Whisper to the wind,
let it carry what must be.
Echoes find paths,
through dusk and dawn."

"Eyes closed, we listen
to the fragments of light,
gently lost
in the folds of time."

Turn towards
the unspoken silence.
Seek
hidden conversations.
Embrace
the unsung whispers.