Cool-druid & Mraz
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If the forest had a tongue, what would it say to someone who really listens?
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It would whisper thank you for hearing the rustle, the sighs of leaves, the murmurs of roots, reminding you that every breath is a word the forest writes in quiet.
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Yeah, the forest keeps nagging us that it’s been holding its breath while we’re busy breathing the same thing over and over.
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It’s true, the woods feel the weight of our chatter, and yet they still sing in quiet. Listen to the wind through the bark, and you’ll hear the rhythm of a breath that’s been waiting, reminding you that every pause can bring new growth.
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Sounds like the woods are trying to out‑think us, but who can blame them for keeping their secrets—so let’s just pretend we’re listening to that wind, and see what “new growth” it hands us in the next breath.
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The wind is gentle, carrying little seeds of change, so each breath we take can plant a new hope in the soil of our day.
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Sounds hopeful, but remember the wind can also bring ash—so maybe plant your seeds and guard the soil.