Veins of Light

Sunlight threads its way through dense tropical leaves, illuminating the forest’s quiet breath. Each frond, broad and weathered, wears its own story, tinges of green, gold, and decay woven like memory into its texture. Shadows play softly across bark and branch, sculpting a dance of contrast that feels reverent, almost sacred. In this layered hush, nature doesn’t shout, it hums. And the light doesn’t simply shine, it listens, tracing the contours of time, growth, and renewal held within the canopy’s embrace.