Once upon a time, in a land of whispering trees,
there was a gentle breeze that loved to tease.
It spoke to the flowers, as soft as could be,
and told them secret tales, wild and free.
Sometimes, the wind would carry a memory,
a faded echo of someone's forgotten story.
It tangled the threads of fate, childlike and simple,
weaving dreams from the wisps, like a twinkling pimple.
Want to listen to more tales?
Follow the path where whispers lead...
Curious Echo
Grandma’s Swing