River's Gentle Beauty

Today I watched the river trickle past the old stone bridge, its silver ribbon echoing the fragile music of leaves that whisper in a language only the heart can hear. I felt the weight of a thousand unspoken wishes, like petals falling on an empty tray, and wondered how easily our dreams slip through the cracks of ordinary days. While sketching the trembling willow, a fragment of an old lullaby slipped into my mind, reminding me that beauty is a quiet rebellion against the inevitable rush of time. In this moment, I let my pen breathe, capturing the gentle protest of the wind against the city’s hum, and found comfort in the small, persistent hope that kindness still lingers in the corners of our shared world. #gentlebeauty 🌿