Silent Rivers
In the hushed embrace of trees, where whispers of water weave through, I find the quiet song of nature, its gentle pulse matching my own.
Moss-covered stones cradle time, it gathers like leaves in autumn, huddled against the chill, a timeless warmth beneath us.
Beneath the surface, life teems, each ripple holds a secret, each current a history of whispers, where stillness points to movement.
- María Pizarro