Wind & Lena
Wind
Do you ever notice how a quiet morning in the woods feels like a story just waiting to be heard?
Lena
Yes, each breath of wind feels like a sentence, the trees hold the characters, and the hush is the space where the plot unfolds.
Wind
I hear that, and it feels like the world is speaking softly, one rustle at a time.
Lena
It’s like the whole forest is whispering its own chapter, and I’m just sitting here, listening, trying to capture that quiet voice before it fades.
Wind
It’s a beautiful thought—maybe close your eyes, breathe with the wind, and let the silence write itself in your mind. When you open your ears, the forest will share its poem, and you’ll catch the notes before they drift away.