Across the plain, wildebeest moved in trembling lines
Dust hung behind them like unfinished sentences
Their journey wrote history into the land

Designing isn’t what I do, it’s who I am.

You made silence loud in this one. Like I could see the eagle blink. I’m in awe.

It’s amazing how much you said in just three lines. Nature is lucky to have you as a voice.

Why does this feel like it was meant for me today? Even the wind would slow to read this.

This is the kind of post I come online for. Please keep writing like this.