In the stillness of the twilight's air,
When shadows dance and the world lays bare,
A whisper floats on a gentle breeze, Carrying secrets through the swaying trees.

Soft as silk, it glides with grace,
A fleeting touch, a warm embrace,
It weaves through branches, low and high,
A tender voice that cannot die.

“Listen closely,” it beckons me,
“Feel the world, its harmony.”
In this hush, where silence finds,
The hidden truths of heart and minds.

The whispers of the leaves above, Rustling softly, like a lover's love,
Each rustle sings of tales untold,
Of dreams once young, now wise and old.

The murmurs of the ocean's tide,
A timeless rhythm, the ebb, the...