Nov 9, 2025
Layers of Light
The meadow rises in layers,
a quiet archive of seasonsโ
shrub, grass, tree, sky,
each a page written in light.
Shadows do not conceal
but remember:
the night still breathing,
the summer not yet gone.
No footsteps disturb,
only the silent chorus of leaves
folding the hours
into green silence.
ๅ ใฎๅฑค
่ๅใฏๅฑคใ้ใญใฆ็ซใกไธใใใ
ๅญฃ็ฏใๅใใ้ใใชๆธๅบซใ
ไฝๆจใ่ใๆจนๆจใ็ฉบใ
ใในใฆใๅ ใซ่จใใใ้ ใ
ๅฝฑใฏ้ ใใฎใงใฏใชใใ
่จๆถใใใ
ใพใ ๆฏใฅใๅคใ
ใพใ ๅปใใใใฌๅคใ
่ถณ้ณใฏใชใใ
ใใ ่ใฎๅๅฑใ
ๆใๆใใใใฟใ
็ทใฎๆฒ้ปใธใจ้ใใฆใใใ
