Whispers of the Quiet Morning

The sky still holds the night

like a secret,

its stars fading into the blue of dawn.



The first light stretches its fingers

across the sleepy earth,

slowly waking the world.

Birds begin to hum,

like whispers between old friends.



The air is cool,

gentle against the skin,

as if it knows

the weight of every thought

that still lingers in the dark.



A single leaf falls,

drifting slowly,

as if taking its time

to say goodbye to the tree.



And in this quiet moment,

everything feels possible,

like the world is waiting,

holding its breath.

Maybe,

it was waiting for me