dandelion seeds are traveling with the wind, carrying the promise of life

something lovely is tiptoeing awake beneath the leaves

the world left a tiny miracle at my doorstep

my heart still knows the way

do flowers always whisper secrets, or is it only under the moonlight ?

the smallest things are where the magic hides

perhaps closeness can be very quiet

curl up & take a good nap..

there is a flower quietly blooming amidst the concrete

the water washes every moment away, rippling softly into the shape of what once was

nothing stays for very long. so i think i will keep noticing.

a single brown leaf carried by the wind, bringing the scent of a warm morning

the moon feels brighter upon seeing herself reflected in the water

there is always time for happiness, i suppose.

lots & lots of kisses on his little paws

i might or might not float ever so slightly while i sleep.. how am i supposed to verify ?

the clouds can hear my humming