
Gentle Horizon's Call
Breathe,
as the horizon softens,
its edges fading into hues of gold,
a quiet sigh,
a lullaby of sky and earth.
Pause,
where the air tastes of rain,
each drop a cool touch
on waiting skin,
inviting calm.
Feel,
the earth beneath, steady and warm,
its heartbeat matching yours—
a rhythm eternal,
calling you home.
Rest,
in the stretch of shadows long,
the hum of leaves swaying slow,
time loosening,
holding space for your stillness.
Breathe again,
let each exhale drift,
carrying your thoughts
to where the world simply is,
and so are you.
About the Creator
Printique Studios
A poetic journey weaver, I craft verses that paint the canvas of life with hues of dreams and determination. Their words resonate with empowerment, encouraging others to forge their destinies and embrace gratitude.




Comments (1)
So calming. Excellent poem.