Beneath the boughs where twilight spills its gold,
The whispering winds through blooming meadows glide.
A river sings where silent secrets fold,
And daisies nod with grace the hills can't hide.

The sky, a canvas brushed in fading flame,
Reflects in pools where dragonflies alight.
The lark ascends and calls the sun by name,
While shadows dance beneath the birch’s light.

In Nature’s hush, the soul is softly stirred—
A truth more pure than ever man has heard.

In twilight lands where echoes gleam,
A sun is stitched from shards of dream.
The rivers flow with liquid light,
And stars converse in silent night.

Beneath a moon of sapphire flame,
The trees all speak.  but none the same.
Their roots entwine like ancient lore,
To guard a glass and breathing shore.

A castle floats on airless tide,
Where time forgets to turn or bide.
Its halls are lined with books that hum..
Their pages born of thought, not thumb.

The sky is green, the ground is gold,
And gravity obeys the bold.
A world unseen by mortal eye,
Yet touched in sleep when spirits fly.

So close your mind, and drift unchained.
To where the laws of fate are strained.
A whisper waits, soft-spoken, terse
Somewhere deep in a mirrored universe.

H. In darkness,
R. shadows weave their silent threads,
H. whispers dance where moonlight dreads.

H. In light,
R. golden rays embrace the dawn,
R. hope reborn, the night withdrawn.

H. If I’m still broken,
R. let the wind collect my sighs,
H. stitch my soul where sorrow lies.

H. Laying despairingly in this life,
R. like a leaf in winter’s hand,
R. drifting lost through barren land.

R. Yet even roots in frozen ground,
hear the call of spring’s soft sound.
H. Through the cracks where teardrops fell,
hope still blooms, a quiet spell.