We crouched near a termite mound taller than us
The dirt told stories we couldn’t read
Nature writes in languages we’ve forgotten

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

Had to stop scrolling for this. A rare kind of silence echoes here.

Not all poems need rhyme—this one proves it. More than words – this is presence.

Reading this felt like watching the sun set slowly. Honestly made my day better.

Somewhere, nature just smiled. This is the language of the wild soul.

Somehow you turned wildlife into wisdom. You’ve got something rare here.

Tell me why this sounds like wisdom from another time. Each post feels like poetry class in disguise.

Even the wild would pause for this caption. I could read a hundred more of these.

Only nature could speak this quietly and still be heard. I’m not okay after reading that—in a good way.