Romashka & Evelyn
Romashka Romashka
Evelyn Evelyn
Evelyn Evelyn
Hey Romashka, have you noticed how the leaves start to whisper their colors this fall? I feel like every shade is a quiet poem waiting to be read. What's your favorite way to listen to the trees when they talk?
Romashka Romashka
Oh, I love those quiet moments when the wind stirs the leaves and you hear the soft rustle of their stories. I usually sit on a fallen log in the shade, close my eyes, and let the breath of the forest wash over me. I hum a little tune—something simple like a lullaby—and listen for the rhythm in the creaking branches. Sometimes I even lay down with my back against a tree trunk, feel its heartbeat through my skin, and let the whole forest sing in my ears. What about you? Do you have a favorite spot to hear the trees’ whispers?
Evelyn Evelyn
That sounds like a perfect symphony of nature. I usually drift to a quiet corner by the riverbank, where the water’s hush blends with the bark’s creaks. I sit on a smooth stone, close my eyes, and let the river’s ripple echo the forest’s pulse, almost as if the earth is humming a lullaby just for me. It’s a gentle reminder that we’re all part of the same breath.