Have you noticed how nature keeps whispering, even when no one listens?
The sky stretches wide, spilling its soft blue secrets,
and clouds drift like thoughts too heavy to stay inside.
Summer hangs in the air, slow and golden,
pressing warmth against the skin as if to remind us
that living is not just moving, but pausing.
Notice the birds—how they stitch the air together
with wings that seem to know a language older than ours.
They scatter, they return, they sing without waiting for applause.
And still the earth goes on breathing, quiet and steady,
carrying us the way roots carry trees—
without complaint, without asking if we have noticed at all.
Have you noticed?
That even silence is alive?

Talk to me! I love comments!