Beneath

In the twilight’s fading light,

The world begins to shed the night,

A quiet hum beneath the leaves,

Where every breath the earth receives.

The forest holds its ancient tune,

A lullaby beneath the moon,

Where shadows twist and softly bend,

In rhythms only night can send.

Each step we take upon the ground,

Echoes of a distant sound,

The heartbeat of the earth below,

A pulse that only dreamers know.

The breeze, it carries scents of pine,

Of blooming life, of roots entwined,

In every gust, a story told,

Of secrets in the earth’s deep fold.

The stars, they pierce the velvet sky,

Their light a distant, gentle sigh,

As if the heavens long to share,

The mysteries that linger there.

The river’s song, a gentle stream,

Flows through the heart of every dream,

It carves its way through rock and stone,

A path that feels like home, alone.

The trees, they stretch towards the stars,

As if to touch the world afar,

Their branches reach, their roots remain,

Connected to both joy and pain.

In fields where wildflowers grow,

A dance of colors starts to show,

Each petal soft, each bloom a tear,

Of beauty caught in moments near.

And as we walk through night’s embrace,

We find in every leaf a trace,

Of life that pulses, beats and lives,

In all the silent love it gives.

The earth and sky, they meet and part,

A symphony within the heart,

And in this place of dreams and time,

We find the essence of the sublime.