Among the secrets of the wild, there’s a tale waiting to be told, a stillness erases the past, a promise beckons you forward, each flower a beacon of hope.

Let nature play her part in our understanding, a verse crafted in silence, a rhythm forged from wind, find these lingering moments of a life rich with wonder.

We will meet somewhere, where all worlds collide, the flourishing beyond despair, the growth of spirit. Let’s walk among the paths, as they twine into infinity.

• Nadine Gordimer