poetry, writing


A gentle wind blows across the lake, making the windchime dance.

A melodious sound fills the air with each strike of the clapper.

A breath in, a breath out, a few moments to find calm.

The wind stops its breath, and the chimes soon still.

But the birds return, flit among the branches and share their trills.

Finding time to enjoy the peace is hard these days,

But it’s always there, waiting for us to practice the pause.

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