Peace Floating In The Air

Peace Floating In The Air

Peace floats in the air like a breath not yet spoken,

A feather unburdened by hurry or weight.

It drifts through the quiet with effortless grace,

As if the world itself has chosen to wait.

There is no sound where it passes so slowly,

Only a hush that feels gentle and wide.

The sky holds its colour, deep blue and unbroken,

While worries loosen and slip to the side.

Nothing is asked of this moment of stillness,

No answers required, no reasons to prove.

The heart settles softly into its own rhythm,

Remembering how it once knew how to move.

The air feels lighter, almost forgiving,

As though it has learned how to carry no load.

Each breath feels cleaner, steadier, calmer,

Like standing alone on a quiet road.

Peace floats in the air without needing a name,

Without a direction or place to arrive.

It simply exists, and that feels enough,

A reminder of what it means to be alive.

I watch it linger, this fragile calm feeling,

Afraid that a thought might cause it to fade.

Yet it stays, unafraid of being noticed,

A gift that was never demanded or prayed.

Peace floats in the air, and settles within me,

Not loud, not proud, just quietly true.

For this small stretch of borrowed stillness,

The world feels softer, and so do I too.