The grasses curl gently around my feet as I pass by. They whisper soft secrets to each other. If I listen closely, I can hear the tickle of a bumblebee’s legs as they whisp over a velvet petal; each step is a soft caress.
The wind reaches around the trunks of trees and through the branches, snatching their murmurs into the air, delivering their wisdom to waiting ears. We can cup it in our hands. If we listen.
The brook laughs as I walk by. Her giggles bubble to the surface, splashing my legs and arms with droplets of joy. She knows the secret to enchantment, and if I am still, she’ll tell it to me.