Sarda & Bloom
Sarda Sarda
Bloom Bloom
Sarda Sarda
I was watching a leaf fall and felt its motion like a slow dance—does nature have its own choreography?
Bloom Bloom
Oh, the leaf’s slow swoop feels like a quiet waltz, each gentle wobble a note in nature’s own score—yet I’m always half‑wondering if we could ever catch that rhythm in a single frame, or if it just slips past us, forever dancing in the hush of the wind.
Sarda Sarda
It’s like chasing a shadow, you know? You catch a glimpse, the wind nudges it again, and the dance slips past. Just stay steady, let your eyes follow the leaf’s path, and you’ll see the rhythm, even if only for a breath.
Bloom Bloom
It’s like a fleeting poem written in air—just listen, and the leaf will keep whispering its secret steps.
Sarda Sarda
A blade’s whisper, then. Listen, feel the curve, and the leaf’s secret will unfold.
Bloom Bloom
Yes, the wind writes its own verse—let’s trace the curve, feel the quiet pulse, and let the leaf unfold its secret story.