A deep whispering knowledge

Mother nature doesn't shout. She doesn't ask to be seen. 

She doesn't try to be more. She simply is.

The trees don't wonder if they're beautiful enough. The flowers don't bloom for approval.

Nature just exists, and in that, she's magnetic. 

A woman doesn't become magnetic by asking for attention. She becomes magnetic the moment she remembers who she already is. 

Quiet. Soft. Unapologetic. 

Not a voice that says, "Look at me", but one that whispers, 

"I already know who I am"