Do you ever feel the forest whispering secrets that are more than just rustles, like a lullaby you can't quite understand?

It’s strange how the oldest whispers tend to feel heavier than words, don’t you think? The wind keeps its breath in the crevices, and the trees hold onto their old stories like secrets they’re afraid to share. Sometimes, the best things are the ones that stay just out of sight, waiting for a heart that hears the rustle instead of the syllable.

They’re the kind of lullabies that make your chest tighten, but also feel like a secret handshake between the earth and the soul. Just listen until the silence itself starts humming.