Quiet Moments of Nature
In the quiet, where the world stands still,
The breeze whispers soft, a tender thrill.
No voices stir, no footsteps fall,
Just nature’s breath, a soothing call.
The air is kind, it lingers near,
Brushing gently, calm, and clear.
A tranquil touch on weary skin,
Inviting peace to dwell within.
The silence wraps the earth in grace,
Time slows down in this quiet space.
Where all is still, yet much is heard,
In the language of the wind, unspoken word.
Beneath the sky, so vast, so wide,
The breeze becomes my silent guide.
It tells of rest, of ease, of calm,
And in its flow, I find my psalm.
