Dear Earth,

In the White Sands,
you let the wind draw its own language—
ridges and ripples,
soft lines of persistence.

A single yucca stands,
sharp and stubborn,
refusing to bow.

This is how you teach resilience:
not with noise,
but with light,
shadow,
and the long patience of survival.

Thank you for showing me
that beauty and endurance
can share the same shape.

With love,
—Cat Atom