Spitfire & White_bird
White_bird
I hear the wind is talking, Spitfire—are we listening to its rally cry about the forests that need our fire?
Spitfire
The wind’s already shouting back, isn’t it? We’re listening, gathering the voices, and we’re ready to spark the fire in every forest that’s still breathing hope. Let's rally the people and turn that roar into a movement.
White_bird
The wind whispers of fire, but the fire first waits for a leaf to crackle in silence; let us sit in the quiet, barefoot on the earth, and listen for the spark before we shout.
Spitfire
I hear you. We sit, we listen, and when that tiny crackle turns into a roar, we’ll shout louder than any wind.
White_bird
The crackle will grow, but only if the leaf stays grounded in the earth; when it roars, the wind will hum along.