05/21/2025
In quiet corners where wildflowers grow,
A world unfolds in the softest glow—
A beetle’s path, a dewdrop’s gleam,
A petal swaying in a sunlit dream.
We rush through days with hurried feet,
Missing the magic beneath the heat.
The lichen’s lace on old stone walls,
The morning’s hush before bird calls.
But if we pause, if we just *breathe*,
And let the noise of life unweave,
The sky will speak in shades of blue,
And leaves will tell their secrets too.
A spider spins with silent grace,
Time moves slow in this quiet place.
The world’s small wonders wait in line,
For eyes to see, for hearts to find.
So still your step and raise your gaze—
There’s beauty tucked in quiet ways.
The gentle art of being near
Can make the smallest moment clear.
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