
Unchained Colours
September 29, 2024
Running on the Edge
September 30, 2024The Quiet Song of Trees
In the stillness of the morning light,
The trees stand tall, bathed in gold and white.
Whispering secrets to the sky,
Their leaves a flutter, a soft goodbye.
The wind plays gently through each bough,
A song of peace, here and now.
No rush of time, no hurried pace,
Just nature’s calm and quiet grace.
Their roots run deep, a silent guide,
Through earth and stone, they twist and hide.
Yet in their strength, they bend with ease,
A lesson learned from ancient trees.
They ask for nothing but the sun,
A place to grow, to simply become.
And as I watch, I start to see,
A bit of that quiet grows in me.
For in the trees, I find my way,
A simple peace, a wordless stay.
A gentle song, a whispered plea,
To live as rooted, calm, and free.
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Steven Gauci
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