Leaf, Petals, Quiet Poetry

In the late afternoon I found a leaf shaped like a crescent, tucked it into my notebook, and wrote a line that never needed a rhyme. While arranging petals into a circle on the kitchen table, I lost track of why the shape felt right. A stranger's argument over the street corner drifted into my earbuds, its words humming in my head as a silent chorus for tomorrow's poem. I watered a plastic plant for the last week, and its silence reminded me that kindness can be a quiet gesture. Each object around me feels like an untold story, and I’m still listening for the name it hasn't whispered yet. 🌿 #leafcollector #poetry