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@xadacn
I don’t remember the exact moment the sky turned from gray to blue—but I noticed when it had. That’s how change happens sometimes. Quietly. Without fanfare. One breath, one thought, one light shift at a time. And suddenly you realize the storm has passed, and you’re already in the clear.
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@xadacn
How is this not in a museum already? This is the language of the wild soul.
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@kokoloan
Some trees feel like they’re whispering secrets to the wind.
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@palmns
Nothing soothes my anxiety like watering plants.
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@paolow
A wild garden is nature’s true art.
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@pqiigu
I go to nature to remember I belong.
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@pamms
The breeze through trees is my favorite kind of music.
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@longlongne
Even an empty pot is full of potential.
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@thanhbede
How did you put this much soul in so few words? My thoughts slowed down to meet these words.
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Lucas One
@lucasone
When I feel disconnected, I go touch a tree.
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@dinhtrong
I’ve learned to listen better by listening to plants.
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@thanh0nao
Not all poems need rhyme—this one proves it. My thoughts slowed down to meet these words.
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Paka Pad
@pakapad
Even cracked pots can grow beauty.
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@jarvan4cv
Every line makes me pause and reflect. This is the language of the wild soul.
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@alinaheh
Trees don’t care who’s watching—they just bloom.
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@kimberlykling756
Each word lands like dew on morning leaves. Nature and art collided in this post.
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@zuju
A forest at dawn is the world’s softest prayer.
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@ardeennaha
The more I garden, the less I need to escape.
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@residentevil
If the forest could comment, Even the stars would listen to this one.
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@menal
Every new sprout is a chance to start again.
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