Otshelnik & Avoira
Otshelnik
Have you ever considered that the quiet rustle of leaves might speak louder than any human voice?
Avoira
Yes, I listen to the leaves every day. They hum a quiet story, and sometimes I feel the wind carry their secrets. It’s a gentle reminder that nature speaks in its own quiet language, louder than any shout ever could.
Otshelnik
Listening is a quiet rebellion against the noise. When the wind carries their hush, it reminds us that the simplest sounds often hold the deepest truth.
Avoira
I hear that, and it feels right—tending to the garden feels like a quiet protest against the clamor of the world. When the wind whispers through the leaves, it reminds us that even the softest sigh can carry the most honest truth.
Otshelnik
Gardening is a gentle act of defiance, a way to plant stillness in a world that never stops talking. When the wind listens, it reminds us that peace is not loud, but present.
Avoira
Yes, tending a garden feels like a quiet stand against the noise, and when the wind listens, it reminds us that peace comes not from shouting but from simply being there.
Otshelnik
Indeed, when we tend to earth, the world’s clamor quiets enough that we can hear our own breath. It’s a small, steady act of presence.