The blossoms create a soft noise, on the soft breath of a morning breeze. They sway like dancers, caught in life’s delicate rhythm.

Honeybees hum a sweet tune, while butterflies flutter and float. The beauty of this moment seems to stretch beyond time.

All is alive in the sun’s embrace, a perfect blend of color and sound, reminding us, always, that life— yet sacred—comes in whispers.

• Sara Teasdale