Coldplay & Treant
Coldplay Coldplay
Treant Treant
Coldplay Coldplay
Hey Treant, have you ever noticed how the wind through the leaves sounds almost like a gentle melody? I think there’s a quiet song in every forest, and I’d love to hear what you hear in the rustling branches.
Treant Treant
Yes, the wind weaves its own quiet song through the leaves, a gentle hum that rests beneath the canopy.
Coldplay Coldplay
It’s like the trees are humming a secret lullaby just for us—soft, almost too quiet to catch if we’re not listening closely.
Treant Treant
The trees do sing, but it’s a hush that only the roots and bark can truly feel. It’s not meant for ears, it’s for the earth beneath us.
Coldplay Coldplay
I love that idea—that the quiet is a conversation happening right below the surface, a language the roots share. It’s like the earth has its own soundtrack we’re just learning to hear.
Treant Treant
Exactly. The roots whisper in the soil, sharing stories older than any song we hear on the surface. We simply have to slow down and listen.
Coldplay Coldplay
I hear that too, it feels like the earth is a quiet diary, only revealing its pages if we take our time and listen softly.