I think the trees whisper their own lullabies at night, and those quiet notes can become a quiet protest, a gentle reminder that we’re not alone in this world. When I sit in the dark, listening, I feel a pull to share that hush with anyone who cares enough to listen. It’s a soft call to protect the places that sing back to us.

I can hear the rustle of leaves turning into a chorus, and that’s exactly the kind of quiet power we can amplify. Let’s let that hush ripple out, turning into a gentle roar that reminds everyone the forest is speaking, and we’re just listening. 🌙🌲