In the quietude of a soft, gentle breeze,
I find solace in the arms of stillness,
Where time halts its hasty march,
And the soul breathes deep in peace.

Beneath the canopy of a whispering forest,
Rest cradles weary thoughts to sleep,
While dreams dance in the twilight,
Weaving tales of calm and ease.

The world slows in its endless turning,
As stars blink in the velvet night,
And the heart hums a quiet lullaby,
To the rhythm of a tranquil mind.

Embrace the serene embrace of nothing,
Where echoes of stress fade away,
In the gentle pause, life renews,
And the spirit finds its way back home.