The wind that whispers through the trees,
A song that dances with the leaves,
A secret shared, a tale untold,
Of timeless dreams in shades of gold.
The sky, a canvas draped in blue,
Paints morning’s light with gentle hue.
The mountains watch with ancient eyes,
As day unfolds beneath the skies.
The rivers hum a steady rhyme,
Eroding stone with patient time.
Yet in the silence, deep and still,
The world spins on, beyond our will.
A moment’s breath, a fleeting glance,
Caught in the rhythm of life’s dance.
Each heartbeat speaks of things we know—
The endless ebb, the constant flow.
So let the whispers guide your way,
Through night and dawn, through dusk and day,
For in the quiet, soft and kind,
We find the peace we’ve yet to find.
Thank-you for reading.
Remember there are many paths back to God.
Follow your own path,
Brenda Marie
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