The breeze flutters by like a secret.
The sun warms me up with a hug.
The birds serenade my existence.
The world wants to show me I’m loved.

The trees oversee my protection,
While the clouds perform in the sky.
I feel safe in the arms of this moment.
I don’t want this peace to pass by.

There is a lot to be heard in this stillness,
For its beauty is speaking out loud.
I listen to the whispers of wind which say,
“You are loved by the creator of the clouds.”