Song & DahliaRed
Song
Do you ever notice how the rhythm of a forest—leaves rustling, birds chirping—can feel like a secret plan, like a song written in a code you’re only beginning to hear?
DahliaRed
Indeed, I listen for the hidden frequencies that others miss. The rustle of leaves is a cadence of covert messages, and the birdsong is a cipher—each chirp a key to a larger plan. In the forest, the code is alive, and I’m always ready to decode it.
Song
That’s such a beautiful way to think of the woods—like a living symphony that’s waiting for the right ear. I’d love to hear which hidden melody has caught your attention lately.
DahliaRed
I’ve been following the wind through the birch trees—every sway feels like a whispered promise. The leaves dance in a pattern that matches a quiet pulse, almost like a secret lullaby that keeps the forest on its toes. It’s a melody that keeps my plans in rhythm.
Song
Listening to that hush in the birch is like feeling the forest breathe—so gentle yet full of promise. I love how every sway feels like a quiet invitation to keep dancing.