Echoes

Breathe in,

as the air hums low,

a song that drifts and circles back,

gentle, steady,

unseen but felt.

Pause,

let the quiet tones unfold,

each one lingering,

a thread of calm

woven soft.

Exhale,

hear the rustle of the leaves,

their rhythm rising,

falling—

a melody too light to hold.

Rest here,

where the world slows,

the pulse of sound

wrapped in silence,

letting you simply be.