In the silent rustle of the leaves,
an echo of untold secrets sings.
Trust the whispers, for they carry the weight of ages,
binding truths hidden in the fabric of our world.
The breeze knows, oh it knows,
the paths forgotten by time.
Listen closely and you will hear,
the murmurs of past, present, and future,
weaving a tapestry of inevitable paths.
What is heard, once the heart opens,
becomes a light upon the shadows of doubt.
Do not ignore the voice of the wind,
for it speaks the language of destiny,
urging you forward to embrace the reflections.
Only through understanding the whispers,
can one truly see the unfolding of reality.