Finding Inner Peace

I walked beneath the ever-shifting trees,

Their limbs a latticework of shadowed light,

Each leaf a whispered prayer caught in the breeze,

A dance between the day and coming night.

The air, a breath of stillness, softly stirred,

As if the world exhaled its quiet grace.

I listened close for something seldom heard—

A secret voice, in every peaceful space.

Then, in that pause, my thoughts took root and grew—

A silent bloom beneath the forest’s eye.

The weight of all I carried faded through,

As dusk became the place where burdens fly.

I found that lightness isn’t in the skies,

But in the heart, where every answer lies.