Once upon a breeze, trees whispered softly to the sun. "Let's pretend we can walk," said the old oak with eyes like the sky. The sun giggled, "But where would you go?"
"To find the lost whispers of autumn," replied the maple, its leaves twinkling with secret fairytales.
So, one quiet morning, the roots stretched and tickled the soil awake.
The walking tree took its first step, a gentle giant swaying with dreams.
And there, among the wandering shadows, the tree found a path with no end.
Will you walk with it? Whisper path or Where the dreams sleep