Sheala & Saphirae
Sheala Sheala
Saphirae Saphirae
Sheala Sheala
Hey Saphirae, I’ve been wondering if the rustle of a leaf could be turned into a tiny poem, like a secret word the wind whispers. What do you think?
Saphirae Saphirae
The wind flips a leaf, and it sighs a secret line— "Whisper, leaf, spin your word into my ear," a tiny poem in a rustle, a silent choir.
Sheala Sheala
Wow, that leaf is like a tiny bard! I swear I could hear the whole forest chanting it back—maybe the moss was clapping along. 🌿✨