You’re standing on a planet with molten lava at its core. Trees are turning sunlight into air you can breathe. Your heart is beating without you asking it to. There’s a moon in the sky and bugs that glow. This whole thing is absurdly beautiful. Don’t forget to notice it.
We live on a planet where trees communicate, octopuses dream, elephants honor their dead, bees dance to find their way, crows remember, ants build, cats heal with their purring, and the forest, after the fire, blooms again.
In English we say: “Stay”
In poetry we say:
“Let the world burn and the heavens collapse, as long as my last breath of existence finds your shadow fused soul deep into the ache of mine.”
~𝓜