Beneath the Quiet Sky

The sky settles softly after the storm,

a hush that wraps around the trees—

their branches bowing, heavy with memory,

like secrets waiting to be told.

Beneath this quiet sky,

the world breathes in slow rhythms,

each leaf a whispered word,

each breeze a gentle sigh.

I walk through the fading light,

feet tracing paths that wind

through shadows and silvered grass,

where the past and present mingle—

like old friends meeting at the edge of time.

There are moments here,

folded into the air like paper cranes,

delicate, fragile,

bearing wishes I can almost hear.

In this place, I find a stillness

that isn’t empty—

but full of stories waiting to bloom,

of dreams wrapped in twilight,

and hope hidden beneath the quiet sky.