A Gentle Breeze

The sun dips low, the sky turns gold,
Whispers of stories yet to be told.
A gentle breeze through leaves does play,
As time slips quietly, day by day.

Mountains stand proud, rivers run deep,
Dreams awaken where shadows sleep.
In the still of night, stars take their place,
Painting wonder across the vast space.

Author: Unknown
Published: 2025-01-16