Discovering Inner Joy

I chased the dawn through fields of silver dew,

As shadows stretched like memories grown thin.

The sky, a canvas of the deepest blue,

Held whispers lost, as if they’d never been.

The wind, in playful twists, brushed past my face,

A fleeting dance of leaves, alive, aglow.

Yet something lingered just beyond my trace—

A yearning, soft, that only hearts can know.

And then a shift—the woods began to sing,

An ancient tune, both mournful and serene.

The ache I felt gave way to something new,

As if the earth itself had spoken true,

That joy’s not found but nurtured from within,

Like roots that seek the sky beneath the skin.