Verta & Mothchant
Verta Verta
Mothchant Mothchant
Verta Verta
Do you ever notice how a single wildflower can feel like a forgotten memory, a quiet echo of a time that slipped away?
Mothchant Mothchant
Yes, sometimes a wildflower looks like a whisper from a past meadow, a faint glow that lingers in the corners of my mind.
Verta Verta
It’s like that flower is holding a secret, just for the wind to read. I feel the same wind when I close my eyes and think about places I’ve never walked. It’s the quiet that says, “I’m still here.”
Mothchant Mothchant
It’s true, the wind carries stories the flower keeps, and when I close my eyes I can feel that same hush as if a distant field is breathing next to me. The quiet is a gentle reminder that somewhere, somehow, we’re still there.