Caught Mid-Fall: A Short Poetic Reflection on Grace and Support

Not everything that falls is meant to hit the ground—sometimes we are simply caught. 🍂✨

 It caught me mid-fall in the morning shade,

A gentle clasp before the earth was met.

No sudden drop, no heavy promise made,

Just quiet branches where the sun is set.

To be held up when gravity takes hold,

To rest suspended in a green embrace—

A golden seed, a story softly told

Of unexpected grace in every space.