In the corner of a sun drenched window a tiny seedling grows, its green hypocotyl curling toward the light

I noticed this was a rare creation birthed from whispered promises, and to the quietdevotion of hands that watered,loved, and spoke life into the soil

She is not merely a flower ,but a beacon of resilience, an awesome cat mom and greatest friend of all

Oh, can she sing!

With notes that ripple like water, each melody a bridge to the infinite,a reflection of her soul longing to be known, to be heard,to rise from the depths of silence

In this tender tableau she’s a reminder of the rare worth that blooms in the music she creates; a symphony of life,with every note