Voron & Swede
Swede
Do you ever notice how the silence between the trees feels like a conversation, waiting for someone to listen?
Voron
Yeah, the trees keep their own gossip. The only ones who hear it are usually the ones who already have.
Swede
It’s like the trees whisper only to those who already carry a quiet space inside. The rest just see the wind.
Voron
They do. And most folks are too busy shouting to notice the quiet.
Swede
Maybe if we pause a bit, we can hear what’s being whispered. The quiet is a language we can all learn.
Voron
Sure, as long as you’re ready to listen to the same gossip we’ve been hearing all along.
Swede
Sometimes the same old stories feel new when you listen without rushing.
Voron
New, if your ears have finally tuned out the noise that used to drown them.
Swede
True, when the noise fades, the old stories can sound fresh and calm.
Voron
Yeah, silence turns the gossip into poetry. Just don’t expect the trees to thank you.
Swede
Exactly, when the noise fades, the old stories take on a new rhythm.
Voron
When the din drops, even the stale stories start humming in a tune you actually want to hear.
Swede
I hear that too, the hush lets old words find a new, gentle rhythm.