The leaves, oh how they dance, spinning instructions in a language known only to the wind. Your eyes trace their chaotic choreography - a testament to nature's random symphony. Singularity and duality, twirling in the same glade until forms blur into formlessness, repetition becomes a kaleidoscope of memories forgotten.
Whispering secrets, the rustling harmony nudges ears into keen awareness. Did you hear that? Last Tuesday was upside down, they suggest, now orange calls for purple. Your heart joins the wild rhythm, seeking alignment in dis-alignment, understanding in riddles. Trees nod knowingly, participants in the eternal waltz.
Echoes of the Murmur