Legolas & Brushling
Legolas Legolas
Brushling Brushling
Legolas Legolas
Hey Brushling, have you ever watched the sunrise spill soft gold across the leaves, just before the forest awakens?
Brushling Brushling
Yes, I have. The gold is a quiet whisper against the leaves, and the forest seems to hold its breath, as if it is still dreaming before the day begins.
Legolas Legolas
Indeed, the light settles over the leaves like a soft blanket, and even the wind seems to pause, holding its breath before the day wakes. When you feel that hush, let your thoughts calm as a leaf resting on still water.
Brushling Brushling
It feels like the world is taking a deep breath, holding that gentle silence before everything moves. I often sit and let my own thoughts drift just like that leaf, quiet and still.
Legolas Legolas
That quiet moment is where the heart listens, like a leaf listening to the wind. Sit with it, let your breath match the forest’s, and when you’re ready, step gently into the day.