Broken
Everyone knows it now, so its not a secret anymore. The leaves blowing in the wind going from one place to another is the mouths speaking of this "secret" which was no longer one anymore. The rivers flow carrying these leaves to the gathering spot, where they are brought together once again, and get back their original spot. So the cause of this isn't the seasons of time, nor the wind nor rivers of ease, but the volcano opening its mouth and erupting so many secrets that won't rest and will therefore, pay the price. I want to tell of so many more, but this I cannot, but like a tear falling into a silent pool of water, it makes ripples and breaks the image of which affects the life. Its almost like an earthquake breaking apart the land and breaking the barrier of sound. Thus I can't yet tell another secret on a flat, trusting ground..