Invisible Gardens: An Ode
Have you ever just stopped, stood still, and let nature’s whisper talk your ear off in a way you never can in a business meeting at a coffee shop? Listen here, if you dare.
Between the cracks of concrete jungles lies a lush serenade, an orchestra of leaves rustling with gossip, quietly beneficial. You hear that humming? It's not the airplane overhead, it's the bees keeping secrets, plotting floral revolutions with crystalline precision.
Sometimes, it’s this invisible garden's harmful shriek that gets to you, an echo of chaos reminding us of the wild within. Remember that time you accidentally walked into a bramble while daydreaming? Maybe there's a lesson buried under that thicket of confusion.
And the colors! Oh, the colors we can't see but know are there, hidden behind the mundane shader of ‘uniform grey’. They vibrate at frequencies only your heart knows, only if you let it listen as it sways to its own beat.
So here’s to the gardens we can’t grasp but feel. A toast to beneficial poisonous noises, to odes and echoes, to nothing and everything. Waltz away, my friend.