Her boots met paths the clouds had kissed,
Through serpent roads and twilight mist,
She walks with silence by her side,
A soul in search, a gentle guide.
Her lens, a window to the wild,
Catches the hush where nature smiled.
She does not hunt, she does not claim,
She simply honors every name.
Among the bends and whispered breeze,
She stands beneath the watching trees
And those who follow in her trail,
Learn how the quiet can prevail.
A flash of wings, a burst of hue,
A shutter blinks, the world turns new.
She teaches eyes to slow their race,
To find the wild in every space.
Not just alone, but hand in hand,
She leads small tribes across the land,
To see, to wait, to feel, to know
The hidden heartbeats nature shows.
Chandra, whose gaze can make us see
The vastness held in canopy
Through you, we learn to simply be
More still, more kind, more wild, more free.
Simi
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