White chamomiles, like tiny stars on a green carpet, bring spring to the heart. Each petal is a soft caress from the wind that carries away sorrow. In their silence, the song of life flows—simple, pure, and endless. Their scent revives the memory of a mother’s hands. I wish I could bottle this moment and open it whenever I feel homesick. Chamomiles whisper: be calm, the world is still beautiful.