Under

Under country skies,

a tender breath of evening falls,

soft and slow,

carrying the quiet hum of fields,

open, still.

Pause,

beneath this canvas wide and deep,

where stars begin their quiet bloom,

a gentle pulse

over hills that rest,

holding night’s calm.

Breathe,

with the crickets’ lullaby,

their steady hum a rhythm, low,

like heartbeats close,

soft, enduring,

woven into the soil below.

Here,

we find the weight of stillness,

as day drifts into hush,

and all that’s left

is this quiet expanse—

a place to simply be.