26/07/2026
july 2, 2026.
as i was lost in my own thoughts, i happened to come across a post that said,
"i might tell the trees about my stress, they're known for making peace."
and maybe it was never about the trees
or the air they quietly cleanse.
maybe it's because they stand,
never rushing to defend.
they listen without asking,
they hold what we cannot release.
not because they carry answers,
but because they become the bridge to peace.
perhaps that's the beauty of them,
not the leaves, nor roots beneath,
but how they remind us that healing
sometimes comes through something that simply lets us breathe.
for peace has never lived in trees alone,
they're only where our burdens cease.
the miracle was never in the branches,
but in finding something that lets the aching ease.
—sa panulat ni raya.
