The sky forgets
it ever stormed.

a sunbeam
slips through the cracks
No invitation,
just warmth.

Dusty leaves
turn green again
without apology.

You are not stuck.
not broken.
just between blossoms.

The Earth never asks
why you paused.
It waits.

Ice melts
into lemonade.
pain fades
into stories.

Every summer
starts from scratch
No pressure,
just promise.

You can change
like the wind.
softly,
or all at once.

There is room
for reruns
and redirections.

Even lost paths
grow wildflowers.

So rest,
but don’t give up.

The sun
is still in your corner.