The Sky’s Gentle Touch

Beneath the trembling sky, the ground stood still,

As if the earth could sense the breath of stars,

A sigh that draped the hills in quiet thrill,

And stirred the waves from distant shores afar.

The air was thick with moments yet to bloom,

Each leaf a secret bound to time’s refrain.

I watched as daylight bowed to twilight’s gloom,

A fragile peace within the falling rain.

Then came the shift—a silence deep and strange,

Where shadows broke, and light began to rise.

The world around me flickered in its change,

And all that was unseen became the skies.

The earth had breathed, the heavens bent to meet,

And magic hummed beneath my resting feet.

Postscript: This poem captures the surreal connection between earth and sky, where the quiet magic of natural moments evokes deep, moving reflections. The volta reveals a shift from the mundane to the extraordinary, inspiring a sense of awe.