Sylvan Secrets

A gentle traipsing through the woods; unheard, unseen, on tippy-toe, disturbing not a single leaf upon the forest floor, this one is neither more nor less as stealthy, or dissimilar from others that had come before. Whilst the air quietly whispers, and treesong rustlings ride the breeze, as cognitions of such passings secrets kept, evermore - for every step this traveler takes it leaves in its magical wake a lush, and verdant green outpour.