The Unseen

Beneath the sky, where shadows softly play,

I wander paths the morning dew has kissed.

Each step, a quiet plea to end the fray,

As sunlight filters through a silver mist.

The earth hums low, as though it guards my soul,

A tender pulse beneath the sleeping ground.

In this embrace, I lose my heavy role,

And let the silence wrap me safe, unbound.

But then, a shift—a breath, a soft caress—

The world it waits, though no one seems to know,

For in the stillness hides its softest yes,

A vow to shield, protect, to let me grow.

I walk through ancient woods, no longer lost,

A bodyguard of quiet, at no cost.