🌿 Whispers of earth: A green sanctuary where stillness hums, time cradles the unseen, and every pause blooms into wholeness.

The soil sleeps, undisturbed by hands,
Yet roots hum hymns the rain understands.
A sparrow stitches shards of blue
Against a sky where larks dare swoop.

Ants march like poets, ink in veins,
Tracing paths where daisies reign.
The compost sighs—a smoldered hearth,
While clover threads its silver twirl through earth.

No trowel’s blush, no seed yet sown,
But time’s soft chords keep truths unknown:
That growth wears masks of stillness, dust,
And every pause seeds a verdant trust.