An Ode to Inner Light

The forest leans into its quiet song,

Veins of light threading through the trees.

Beneath the canopy, the air thickens,

Alive with the pulse of unseen life—

A rhythm only silence dares to hear.

Moss cushions the weight of old stories,

Roots braid the earth with ancient secrets.

Above, the sky is a tender patchwork,

Clouds drifting like dreams too soft to name,

Their edges kissed by an unbroken sun.

But then, a shift—a brightness blooms.

Not from the sky, nor the earth’s slow breath,

But a fire within: steady, unyielding.

It spreads like dawn, igniting shadows,

Each ember a promise of what could be.

Here lies the truth:

Hope does not wait for the stars to align.

It thrives in the in-between,

A quiet rebellion against the dark,

Born from the soul’s eternal spark.