The Silent Dance

The Silent Dance

In quiet corners where shadows meet,

Whispers of the world move on gentle feet.

A leaf falls slowly, in graceful descent,

An echo of time, softly spent.

The morning dew clings to the grass,

A fleeting jewel, too soon to pass.

The sun, a painter with golden brush,

Turns dawn’s canvas to a vibrant hush.

A bird sings high, its song untamed,

A melody pure, yet never named.

The wind replies in a whispered tone,

A symphony shared, though we're alone.

Beneath the sky, vast and wide,

We find our place, where moments hide.

In every breath, in every glance,

We join the earth in its silent dance.

So let us cherish the simple days,

In nature's quiet, humble ways.

For in the stillness, we might see,

The world unfolds its mystery.