When Nature Misses You Too

🌿 Morning Without You 🌄

It was early morning. The sun had just begun to rise over the hills, casting golden light over the green fields. Dewdrops shimmered on the leaves, and birds filled the air with soft songs. A cool breeze danced through the trees, carrying with it the sweet scent of blooming jasmine.

Amit stood by the riverside, hands in his pockets, watching the ripples in the water. Everything around him was breathtaking—nature at its finest—but something felt missing.

"She used to love this place," he whispered to himself.

He remembered how she would laugh when the wind messed up her hair, how she’d sit on that big stone near the tree and dip her toes in the water, how her eyes lit up at sunrise.

Now, the stone was empty. The river flowed silently, and the wind only brought back memories.

A butterfly landed on his shoulder, as if to comfort him. He smiled faintly.

"Even nature misses you," he said softly, staring at the sky. "This morning is beautiful, but not complete."

He picked a wildflower from the grass and placed it on the stone—her favorite spot—and walked away slowly, hoping she could feel his love wherever she was.