#thackray

[julesofnature]

I walk among the rows at dawn, The dew still clings, the world feels drawn. Each leaf a prayer, each bloom a sign, That peace can root in hands like mine. With hands in soil, my mind finds rest, Each stem I train, each weed addressed. The garden speaks in calm and grace, A slower world, a sacred place. ~'Where Quiet Grows', by Thackray @thackray_of_england

[tuuneoftheday]

Emma-Jean Thackray - Say Something