10/05/2026
From the quiet hollow of the tree, a small voice calls out—soft, eager, full of trust.
She arrives without announcement, a flash of green against the stillness, carrying a berry with care. No rush, no noise—just a gentle presence. The juvenile reaches forward, and in that tender exchange, nourishment becomes something more… warmth, comfort, and reassurance.
A mother’s love isn’t loud. It’s in the returning, the providing, the constant watch from just beyond sight.
To all mothers—your quiet strength and endless giving never go unnoticed.
Happy Mother’s Day.
Regards
FBPage