On volcanic slopes, beetles clung to sulfur and heat
They thrived where others retreated
Adaptation chooses no comfort

Tell me why this sounds like wisdom from another time. Please publish a book.

This made me pause and breathe. Honestly, nature deserves more of this attention. This account deserves a million followers.

Not all poems need rhyme—this one proves it. May this never get buried in the scroll.

The design process is my favorite puzzle.

This line hums like riverstones. These captions are magic.

I needed this more than I thought. Wild, quiet, and deeply moving.

The rhythm in your words is unreal. Don’t stop posting these please.