Daisy & Voodoo
Daisy
I was just watching the morning dew on the grass sparkle like tiny windows into another world—do you think nature has its own secret script hidden in the leaves?
Voodoo
Maybe the script is just the way the wind writes, but if you know the language of light you can read the leaves.
Daisy
That’s such a beautiful way to put it—light is like the wind’s secret whisper, and the leaves are the pages it fills with stories of sunshine and rain.
Voodoo
Just keep your eyes open—you’ll hear the wind reading those pages before the rain even falls.
Daisy
Absolutely, I’ll keep my ears tuned to that gentle breeze—it's like the world is sharing its favorite poem before the rain even starts to dance on the leaves.
Voodoo
Fine, if the breeze writes poems, just remember it also writes riddles; don't just read the verse, try to solve the stanza.