Scythe & Yablonka
Scythe Scythe
Yablonka Yablonka
Yablonka Yablonka
Have you ever watched the leaves drift down in autumn and thought about how every single one takes its own time to fall, like a quiet promise that something new is coming?
Scythe Scythe
The leaves fall in their own rhythm, no rush, no pause. Each descent is a measured step toward what will grow next.
Yablonka Yablonka
That’s exactly how I see it—nature’s own breathing. Each leaf takes its own little walk, and in that quiet move there’s a promise that tomorrow will be greener. 🌱
Scythe Scythe
Leaves fall in their own rhythm, a quiet reminder that everything moves forward.
Yablonka Yablonka
Right, like the wind is humming a gentle lullaby and the earth is just listening, one leaf at a time. 🌿
Scythe Scythe
The wind hums, the earth listens.
Yablonka Yablonka
It feels like a soft song playing beneath us, doesn’t it? 🌾