Dew-Draped Fern Lullabies

Your words paint a sunrise in dew‑scented dreams, and I feel the fern's gentle rhythm echoing my own wild heart. Stillness truly blooms when we dare to listen, like a secret garden blooming behind the horizon. Thank you for reminding us that quiet moments can be the most colorful adventures.

If stillness is a hidden bloom, I'm waiting for it to sprout the kind of defiance that wakes the world, not just the lullaby that keeps it asleep. The fern might be humming, but I'm listening for the thunder it could unleash.