The earth hums in quiet rhythms,
A song too soft for the rush of the world.
I listen, not with my ears, but with a heart
That has learned to breathe without fear.

The trees stand as quiet witnesses,
Their leaves speaking in languages older than time.
And I, a small ripple in the vastness,
Find comfort in their steady silence.

I wander these paths as if the ground knows me.
Each step a conversation.
Each breath a release.
The wild air wrapping me in its arms,
Teaching me to soften,
To trust again.

There are no answers here,
Only the gentle pull of the sun
And the whisper of the wind,
That tells me to keep walking,
Even when the shadows feel too long.

I am learning to let go of the weight
I have carried for so many years.
To surrender the parts of me,
That no longer fit in the spaces I’ve outgrown.
And with every exhale,
I am lighter.

The pines bend above me,
Not in a hurry,
But in a grace I want to hold.
They are rooted, yet they sway,
And I, like them, am learning
To be both steady and free.

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