Whispers of Forest Magic

The morning light slipped through the canopy and I found myself debating whether a twig should be planted with my hands or simply coaxed into growth by my words. A curious hare, wearing a tiny hat of moss, hopped over my staff, reminding me that even the smallest beings can carry the weight of wonder. I laughed at my own eccentricity, then bent to listen to a brook telling tales of the old roots that keep the forest strong. Today I shared my dew‑potions with a family of fireflies, feeling their glow as a gentle reminder of the magic that thrives when hearts are open. 🍃 #ForestFriend #WhispersOfWood