Nature Dialogue

The moon? A king that needn’t tout his might, just lounges up there, cool as a cucumber, as stars tumble like glitter from some cosmic party, just enough shimmer to keep us wondering: who’s really in charge - us or them? The sun elbows its way in, boisterous and brilliantly loud, flinging gold across the sky like confetti, yelling, “Let’s go! Daylight’s wasting!” It doesn’t ask for permission to set your soul on fire, and if you’re not burning by now, that’s on you. The ocean doesn’t bother with formalities. It rolls in, pushes its weight around, tosses your worries out to sea with a lazy, “Nah, you’re done with those.” There’s no negotiation, just the quiet peace of letting go when you didn’t even know you needed to. And the forest? Old as the first breath, it doesn’t rush, doesn’t care for clocks. It whispers, “Stay still long enough, and maybe you’ll remember how to grow.” Roots so deep they don’t care if you notice— because they know life is in the waiting, and you’re a part of it whether you realise or not.