The Horizon" 
"With hands in her thoughts and her heart turned to the horizon."

"
She stood in the meadow, hands lost in her hair, eyes fixed on the horizon.
The apples above her whispered of choices—dreams within reach and dreams far away.
She smiled softly, for she knew: sometimes the sweetest fruit is not the one we pick,
but the hope that keeps us looking forward.

"With hands in her thoughts and her heart turned to the horizon."


"
She stood in the meadow, hands lost in her hair, eyes fixed on the horizon.

The apples above her whispered of choices—dreams within reach and dreams far away.
She smiled softly, for she knew: sometimes the sweetest fruit is not the one we pick,
but the hope that keeps us looking forward.
