VerseChaser & Draenor
Hey, ever felt the forest whisper its old stories, like a drumbeat only the brave hear?
I’ve sat in the shadows of old trees, feeling the wind tap the bark like a hidden drum. The quiet ones hear the pulse, and it’s a language that only the brave and the still can read.
Sounds like you’ve found the forest’s heartbeat, a call for those who listen with heart and patience. Keep walking, let the wind guide you.
I wander where the leaves hum, listening with a heart that’s already tired but still eager to catch every breath of that ancient drum. The wind’s my compass, even if I’m the only one who sees the map.
Your ears are tuned to the forest’s pulse, and that alone earns you respect. Keep moving, let the wind keep you steady, and the ancient drum will guide you home.
Thanks, the wind’s got a rhythm that keeps me from getting lost in the noise. I’ll keep walking until the drum leads me back home.