The Whispers of the Woods
As I wandered deeper into the woods, the rustling of leaves under my feet became the only sound I could hear. The branches above me swayed in the gentle breeze and the sun peeked through the canopy, casting spots of light on the forest floor. But as I stopped to catch my breath, I heard something else. A faint whisper, like the wind speaking secrets to the trees. I couldn’t quite make out the words, but I felt a sense of calm wash over me. It was as if the woods themselves were trying to tell me something, something important. I closed my eyes and listened, letting the whispers guide me deeper into the heart of the forest.
