You might hear the wind make up stories.
Acorns dream of growing tall.
Leaves don’t ask before theyfall.
Light finds its way between the trees.
Dew gathers without fuss.
Even moss chooses where to rest.
Some paths are made by wandering feet.
Every pebble has a place.
Rivers remember, but don’t cling.
Vines reach, simply because they can.
Each season brings its own kind of magic.
Butterflies don’t rush decisions.
Even the smallest roots run deep.
Twilight knows how to keep a secret.
Trails appear when the timing is right.
Every sky holds room for flight.
Remember the way sunflowers turn.
Thistle and clover grow side by side.
Hollow logs foster many lives.
Air hums louder in stillness.
Nests are built with scraps and hope.
Trees don’t worry about being chosen.
Hedges hide all kinds of wonders.
It’s okay to outgrow your pot.
Somewhere, a new field is blooming.