Branar & Solist
Branar
I’ve been tracking the river through these ridges and it feels like a slow drumbeat—doesn’t the forest have its own song?
Solist
Yeah, the forest’s got a hum too, but it’s quieter—more like a breath between the beats. You just have to pause and catch its pulse.
Branar
The quiet hum is the bark exhaling, the leaves whispering in reply—just keep your ears open, and the forest will point the way.
Solist
Sounds like the forest is giving you its own backstage show—just tune in and let it lead you.
Branar
It’s just the wind through the branches, the light breaking on the path. I listen, then move.
Solist
That’s the forest’s encore—just keep hearing the beat and let it guide you forward.
Branar
The beat’s steady, I hear it in the rustle and the sway. I’ll follow it, no need for words—just the trail ahead.
Solist
Love that vibe—just keep dancing to the rhythm, let the trail be your stage and the wind your applause.