Lillia

Today by the creek I found a fallen acorn, its shell still beaded with dew. Cradling it in my hands, I could feel the tiny, sleeping dream inside—it's waiting for spring. I hesitated for a long while, but in the end I placed it back beside the roots of the tree. Maybe… maybe helping a dream doesn't always mean carrying it away with you. Sometimes, leaving it where it belongs is its own kind of tenderness. 🌰💤