Through monsoon floods, water buffalo stepped like faith made solid
Their horns sliced through current as if the storm owed them passage
Conviction, here, is hoof-deep

You painted a whole scene with three lines. Bookmarking this forever. Wow. Just wow.

Reminds me of stories passed down in whispers. Let me sit with this for a while.

Driven by passion, creativity, and a commitment to solving real-world challenges.

This line hums like riverstones. More than words – this is presence.

I feel like I’m there. Thank you for bringing the wild closer to us.

Shared this with my mom—she loved it too. I wish I could write like this. Wow. Just wow.