Chapter 1. A Silent Dance
The Dancing Trees
The trees are dancing, secretly.
I know it, because I can feel it.
Every time I pass by,
They whisper to me,
Inviting me to join their silent rhythms.
So I began to record their whispers,
And soon I noticed more trees doing the same.
They dance from dawn until dusk,
On the endless horizon of Soliwaya village,
With graceful movements in the air,
In the wind,
In the kindness of the people.
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