Where the Quiet Lives

In the hush between the raindrops,

Where the morning barely stirs,

Lives a peace the world has stolen,

Tangled deep in whispered words.

The sun forgets to hurry,

Clouds just float, not race ahead,

And every breath feels softer

Like the winds have gently bled.

The clocks are not commanding,

The roads no longer roar,

Here silence sings like lullabies

Through time's forgotten door.

We chase a life of louder,

Of flashing lights and speed,

But miss the quiet corners

That hold the heart we need.

So find the place the thunder hides,

Where noise has never been,

And you will meet yourself again—

Your soul without the din.