"Nature cradles the forgotten, reminding us that even in stillness, stories breathe and beauty lingers."
Nestled in mist, the stones embrace the vine,
Emerging softly where the green meets the fine.
Architecture whispers of tales yet untold,
As fog weaves secrets in shadows of old.
Branches reach skyward, bare against morning's grace,
A dwelling forgotten yet anchored in place.
Here nature's soft hand reclaims with a sigh,
In the stillness, questions on the edge of the why.
