Kiss of Nature

kennn12k23 — 2025-09-27 10:08:35 UTC

Whenever I step outside to breathe, it feels as if the wind is speaking, whispering secrets only it knows. The leaves murmur, cars hum past, yet my eyes linger on the sky. I imagine—what if, just what if—I could hear what no one else hears, understand what no one else understands? If I could truly listen to nature, would I find a way to help, to touch the world as it quietly asks? I listen to the wind's whispers. I watch the sunlight turn to moonlight. The light slowly turns to shadows. I still wonder how the moon waits for his sun—not body to body, but soul to soul.

I watch every leaf fall of my tree. I listen to the leaves rustle. I listen to the wind whisper me secrets. I listen as if I understood. I wish. Oh I wish I do. I hear the birds chirping to each other. I wish I were a bird myself. With the love of my life. I see butterflies on flowers, looking effortlessly gorgeous. Oh I just wish. The beauty of the Sky, the Trees, the Birds, and the Butterlfies. How I wish I were the wind. Whisperers of secrets. Oh how much I love nature.

I miss him guys

kennn12k23 — 2025-10-19 08:59:10 UTC

I miss my beautiful gorgeous spectacular magnificent sweet kind thoughtful graceful open minded amazing adorable shitty supercalifragilisticexpialidocious baby:(

Whisperers of Secrecy by

Kiss of Nature

I miss him guys