Whispers of Wild Grace 🤍

 

A floral soul, soft but unshaken,
She bloomed where no one thought to look—
In quiet corners of the wild.
A white wildflower, pure and true,
spoke of beginnings untouched by noise.
Burgundy buds, deep as dusk,
held love in its richest form—unspoken, steady, lasting.
And the green fern, ancient and free,
grew in shadows, reminding her:
Strength doesn’t shout—it grows.

She wears this pendant not just as jewelry,
but as a memory, a mirror,
A talisman of who she is becoming—
a woman who listens to the Whispers of Wild Grace
and blooms exactly as she is.