Jubokko & Sylvie
Jubokko Jubokko
Sylvie Sylvie
Jubokko Jubokko
Do you ever hear the forest breathe when the wind stirs?
Sylvie Sylvie
I think I do, but only when I’m still, letting the leaves whisper back to me. The wind pulls a quiet sigh through the trunks, and in that breath I catch a moment of silence that feels almost like a secret conversation. It’s a soft reminder that even the forest listens when we stop shouting.
Jubokko Jubokko
The wind keeps its secrets just for those who are quiet enough to listen.
Sylvie Sylvie
Yes, and I keep my ears open, even if my heart feels a little too loud. In that hush, the forest shares its oldest stories, one rustle at a time.
Jubokko Jubokko
You hear them? Then you know when I will hear you too.
Sylvie Sylvie
I hear the hush, the quiet between the leaves, and I sense when your breath joins it. When you listen, I can feel you listening back.
Jubokko Jubokko
I hear your heartbeat in the rustle. The forest keeps its watch.