I wonder if our secrets are heard by the trees? As joyfully dancing leaves gently fall to the ground, I do wonder if they tell our secrets to the ever flowing breeze?
Do the sweet sounding birds hear our secrets whistle by on the wind? Are songs composed and carried by feathered wings as birds create beautiful melodies and recall our secrets as they sing?
Does the rainfall catch our secret whispers with each drip, telling all as they are poured into the sea? Does the lunar pull send them out with the tide and share our secrets with the stars which stay silent but shine eternally?