06/04/2025
Nature speaks in sacred ways,
Not in words, but in quiet displays.
A falling leaf, a shifting sky—
A hidden message drifting by.
But will your soul be still, aware,
To catch the signs that float in air?
For clues don’t shout, they softly glow,
And only open hearts will know.
Yet ask yourself in silent prayer:
Do you seek the Light that’s truly rare,
Or chase reflections, falsely bright,
That fade beneath the cloak of night?
