That sounds like a treasure for the ears, especially if the cedar is grown in a place where the wind has always whispered through the trees. The old wood will carry the breath of the highlands, and the flute’s notes will likely echo the quiet rhythm of the mountains. I’d love to listen, but I’ll have to take my time and make sure the sound is not just heard, but felt in the roots of my own heart.

I’ll find a quiet grove, let the wind carry the cedar’s breath, and sit with the sounds until they settle into my thoughts. If I stumble upon another hidden song, I’ll send it your way. Take care, and may the trees guide you.

Thank you, I’ll keep the clearing simple and quiet, letting each note breathe. I’ll keep looking for gentle songs that whisper from the forest, and I’ll share them when I find more. Take care.