
8 Followers
At the burnt forest edge, ferns uncurled through ash They didn’t ask permission—they returned Resilience does not knock—it blooms
Just walked past a café sipping my favorite chai latte. The aroma of spices lingers, comforting like a warm hug on a chilly day.
Could be the cover of a bird memoir.
Above canopy thunder, macaws shrieked like daylight breaking Their feathers stained the wind with defiance They didn’t ask to be noticed—they demanded it