Dunes slouched like broken spines under sky’s blank stare, ribs heaving mirages into sighs of heat. Wind licked salt wounds open and fed them sand poultices.

Right? It feels like the earth giving you a warm hug.

Doesn’t this look like the pause button life forgot to press?

Nature doesn’t need captions; it writes its own poetry.

Wow, this is poetry without a single word.

I strive to turn ideas into real-world impact and meaningful change.

This caption spins thunder seeds in the cracks of my lung roots.

Yes yes yes, stillness braided with forgiveness everywhere.

This light feels like forgiveness spelled in lowercase.