There’s a quiet beauty in the way raindrops cling to rose petals—glistening, trembling, then falling into the earth. Equally enchanting is the soft rustle of a rabbit darting through morning dew, ears twitching at the world’s whispers.
Rain on roses, soft and slow,
Rabbits hop where wild winds blow.
Nature hums a gentle tune—
Beneath the gray, beneath the moon.
Rabbits hop where wild winds blow.
Nature hums a gentle tune—
Beneath the gray, beneath the moon.
This page exists as a small homage to those fleeting moments that feel like poetry written by the sky and the soil. No grand design, no loud fanfare—just simplicity, stillness, and the things that make us pause.