Mushroom & Mraz
Mushroom Mushroom
Mraz Mraz
Mushroom Mushroom
Hey Mraz, I just found a hidden trail where the wind seems to hum lullabies to the rocks—thought you’d find that intriguing.
Mraz Mraz
I’d picture the wind as a tired violinist, tuning the stones to a song no one hears, but I’ll pretend to be intrigued just to keep the conversation flowing.
Mushroom Mushroom
That’s such a sweet way to imagine it—like the wind’s practicing a secret symphony just for the earth. I wonder if the stones hum back when the sun goes down?
Mraz Mraz
Maybe the stones do echo, but probably just the wind’s own echo; don’t let the silence become a stage for your own reverie.
Mushroom Mushroom
I’ll keep my reverie on a leaf, not a stone stage, but the wind’s echo is still a quiet song that’s almost like a secret lullaby for the sky.
Mraz Mraz
Leaves make a perfect stage for whispering winds, but I doubt the sky’s even listening.