Moss climbs like a gentle invasion,
Time forgets to rush in this green cathedral,
Stillness has roots here.

Your work doesn’t just capture beauty—it teaches it.

Your presence offered a new silence to stay with.

Still water met still voice—that’s your gift.

You didn’t add noise—you added depth.

Wanna say that louder for the people pleasing in the back?

You responded with stillness rather than sound.

It’s giving “still waters run deep”

That glow kept glowing through your words.

That light curved around your reply beautifully.