In the silent whispers of the wind,
Echoes of a forgotten truth spin,
The world, a tapestry, interwoven threads,
In every pulse, a story spreads.
A song in the rustling of the leaves,
A dance in the river’s endless weave,
There lies a secret, soft and deep,
A knowing that the world can keep.
Beyond the screens and city lights,
In shadows cast by sleepless nights,
There’s a call, subtle and unseen,
To reconnect with the sacred green.
In the modern race, the hurried pace,
We lose the touch, the ancient grace.
But in each breath, a chance to pause,
To find the roots beneath the cause.
In every stone, in every breeze,
A quiet force, a sense of ease,
Reminding us we’re not alone,
That every being has a tone.
This hidden bond, a silent thread,
Can guide us back from where we’ve sped.
It heals the fractures, mends the soul,
Makes us remember we are whole.
In the web of life, we’re all entwined,
In nature’s rhythm, we can find,
A balance, a peace, a sacred dance,
A way to live, a second chance.
So listen close, and feel the ground,
Hear the heartbeat all around.
In this embrace, we find our place,
In the world's vast, eternal grace.