soulfoodbowl

JDRB369.🫡🌊🧭 Old giants fall to let the new light in, where green photons break through the forest din. Giants sleep talk through the forest din, while children of Ember join in with the hymn. Relinquish crowns and claws and iron thrones, no king commands the jungle's bones. A gentle shield where the tender life takes hold, a story of patience yet to be told. In gardens where shadows and silence entwine, a lesson blooms slow in the heart of the vine. For seeds of deception bring storms in the end, and truths left unspoken need mending to mend. Confrontation carries a heavy cost when boundaries are crossed. There's a clear line between misunderstanding and malice, and when someone refuses to own their mistakes or respect that line, the gardener steps in to balance the scale. The address, my dear, is quite clear to the wise. A knock at the door where the truth now resides. Step softly, speak plainly, for words leave their mark, and balance arrives in the quiet and dark. When all debts are settled and quiet returns, the gardener rests as the long lesson burns. A balance restored where the wild vines now cease, leaving the warrior in hard-earned peace.