In the cool of early morning, the world unfolds, its secrets murmured by the trees, a conversation of shadows and light, shifting in and out of the mist.

The hills breathe a sigh, full of remembrance, like a forgotten lover.

Every blade of grass is a salute to life, amidst the silence that reigns after the rain, each drop a thoughtful pause, a reminder that life is never just one note; it’s a symphony.

• Nadine Gordimer