Once upon a whisper, the breeze found a feather.
It danced and leaped across the sunbeams,
painting shadows on the playful rabbits.
"What stories do you hold?" the gentle breeze asked.
But feathers are quiet creatures, they spoke only in rustles.
Cloud Stories tell themselves in a gentle murmur.
Visit the Songbird Chirps next, tales of rustling wind.
Or perhaps Orb Spells that shine like stars at midday.