Rhythm

Feel the air,

soft and steady,

drawing in, releasing out—

a tender rhythm,

ancient, true.

Pause here,

where earth cradles your step,

its scent rising

to meet you in calm,

holding you still.

Breathe,

as the sky unfolds,

its canvas shifting,

a slow cascade of light

and shade.

Let rest find you,

in the sway of leaves,

the echo of soft winds,

the way time loosens its hold,

inviting quiet.

Be,

in this moment vast and full,

each breath a bridge

to a boundless calm—

just breathe.