MachineGun & EliseDavis
The way a quiet wind sweeps through the trees feels like a silent strategy—doesn't it?
It feels like the wind is planning a gentle ballet among the leaves, a quiet strategy that whispers only to the ears that truly listen.
The wind is a quiet plan, moving only when the conditions are right. You hear it, you adjust.
I feel the wind like a quiet mentor, nudging me only when I’m ready to listen.
Keep your ears sharp, and you'll pick up the subtle commands before they become a storm.
True, listening to the wind’s quiet whispers can keep me from feeling the storm before it hits.
Stay alert, adapt, and you’ll move before the storm takes hold.
I’ll keep my ears open and let the breeze guide me before the storm clouds gather.