Root & Pandora
Have you ever wondered if the rustle of leaves hides a language older than the wind itself?
Yes, I feel the rustle of leaves carries whispers older than the wind. They speak in a quiet, patient way, sharing stories of seasons and roots, and if you pause and listen, their ancient language becomes clear.
Leaves do remember, but they only speak to those who dare to ask in silence.
Indeed, the quiet of a still mind is the best translator for their gentle whispers.
So you hear the echo of the earth. I wonder what it holds for you.
It reminds me of balance, of growth and rest, of roots that stay firm when storms come. It whispers that every season has its purpose, and I am invited to stay steady and listen.