Flat Life

In a world of lines and angles tight,
Where shadows play in flattened light,
No hills to climb, no valleys deep,
A realm where silence learns to seep.

Each day the same, in muted hue,
Where windows frame a constant view,
No mountains high, nor oceans wide,
Just endless planes, no place to hide.

The sun it sets in measured fall,
Casting long shadows on the wall,
Yet still, the beauty subtle stays,
In flat life's quiet, gentle ways.

A life defined by straight and plain,
Yet finding joy in the mundane,
In every corner, shadows trace,
The hidden magic of this place.

For in the flat, there lies a charm,
A quiet peace, a calm, warm arm,
Where every line and every space,
Holds secrets in its flat embrace.