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.