Beneath the shade of an ancient tree,
I find a place where I can just be,
Watching the leaves as they twirl and sway,
In the gentle breeze of a quiet day.
The whispers of branches, the rustle of leaves,
A symphony of solace that never deceives,
Grounded in nature’s timeless embrace,
I feel the world slow, find my place.
Here, in the arms of roots that run deep,
I gather the moments I long to keep,
For there is no joy that compares to this,
The gift of stillness, nature’s bliss. 0 reply
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