I ride a silent current through trembling leaves,

While warm fingers brushing sun‑creating a worn bark.

Lifting whispers from forgotten lips, coaxing sparks to dance against the dark.

Flame leaps from dormant embers, a hungry heartbeat warmed by hidden breath, singing ash to earth, then bowing low beneath the coming flood.

Rivers wander through stone‑carved corridors,baptizing seeds asleep in patient soil, climbing skyward as vapor prayers-

Hitching a ride on invisible wings

upto the heavens above.

Soil cradles buried stories of those before us.

Time has passed through.

Challenges and mistakes made

Grew the life that is now possible for you

When these voices merge, the world exhales—

A single, wordless song of birth and rebirth, endless as wind, fierce as flame,deep as roots clear as rain-

All here in a place we call, home.