Treebeard & Paige
Treebeard
Greetings, I feel the forest sighing; have you ever noticed how the seasons whisper about the depths of our own hearts?
Paige
Hello, I’ve felt that same quiet breath too. The way leaves turn and fall feels like the world is telling us that change is the only constant, and in that turning we find echoes of our own longing and growth. It’s a gentle reminder that our hearts, like the seasons, are always in motion.
Treebeard
Indeed, each leaf that drifts to the earth carries a quiet story, a lesson that time is a steady river, carrying us forward, yet always keeping the roots of what was. We listen, we grow.
Paige
It’s beautiful how you see that. Each fallen leaf feels like a tiny chapter, a soft note reminding us that even as we move, we’re still anchored to what shaped us. In that quiet exchange, we learn to let go yet keep the lessons close.
Treebeard
Yes, the ground remembers each one, and we learn to keep its wisdom close, even as we walk away.
Paige
I hear that. The forest keeps its memories like old friends, and we carry those quiet lessons with us even when the path stretches farther ahead.