When the world feels heavy, your spirit worn thin,
Step into the forest — let the silence begin.
Breathe with the rhythm of rustling trees,
And find your peace on a whispering breeze.
Place bare feet on the waiting ground,
Feel ancient pulses without a sound.
The soil remembers, the roots still know
The way to heal what sorrow won’t show.
Let sunlight spill on your weary skin,
Golden warmth that soaks deep in.
A river hums its low refrain —
Wash your thoughts in falling rain.
Lie where clover cradles your form,
Cradled safe in the Earth’s slow warmth.
Listen to the lullaby of bees,
The sermons told by climbing trees.
The Earth won’t ask what brought you low,
It only gives, and helps you grow.
So when your soul begins to reel,
Go — and let the Earth help you heal.
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