There is a message waiting for us to be discovered in each step we take.
Gathered in the crevices of bold stones and softened by the embrace of tender green moss,
Messages rise to meet us in the delicate leaf that sprouts from a cracked sidewalk, heart-shaped; it tangles and twists on whatever it can climb. Maybe we unconsciously smile if we notice it.
Those unseen messages whisper to us in the stillness of the puddle that we try to avoid, as we barely glance at what it is mirroring back at us.
Do we notice life's goodness, it's gift to us? Our steps leave the past, and each step leads to the future, a constant reminder of time passing by, each heartbeat, each breath, and each unnoticed sunbeam before our eyes.
Ah, the language of the universe lapping itself around us.
As we walk, we are accompanied by the rhythm of our footsteps, creating a symphony that echoes through the streets. It is up to us to listen closely and hear the melody that sings in our hearts and soul. Be it flute and drum.
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