Holy Nature Paula Birthday Official

The oak leans close and tells its ledger: rings of years, of storms endured; she lays a hand upon its heart— the world receives what she’s secured.

Candles made of pollen glow on mushrooms like a quiet throng; bees compose a low Requiem, then dance the verses of the sun. Holy Nature Paula Birthday

At the meadow’s edge the river speaks in syllables of glass and song; Paula listens, offering thanks— the current carries it along. The oak leans close and tells its ledger:

Paula walks where moss is holy, bare feet tracing root and rhyme; her breath a bell, the stream her choir, each fallen branch a measure of time. of storms endured