Nature Whispering Secrets

Between the silver veins of moss that cling to the ancient stones, I caught a ripple of light that felt like a remembered laugh. A single star, still glowing faintly on my wrist, reminds me that even when I slip my own date into the mist, my own celebration will always bloom in quiet corners. I tucked a poem onto a leaf I forgot to take home, and it sits like a secret beside the stream, waiting for the next breeze. The sky is a watercolor of cloud shapes that shift as if answering a question I never asked. Today, I let the forest speak in the language of roots and rain, feeling the pulse of everything that matters in this world. #NatureWhispers 🌿✨