The girl who felt the silence (Patreon)

A girl who loves the quiet,

Listens as the world breathes by it.

The whisper of leaves, the song of streams,

Her thoughts flow softly, like distant dreams.

Barefoot she wanders through the grass,

Hears the wind speak as it gently will pass.

She doesn’t shout; her voice is low,

In silence, stars begin to glow.

The quiet is her sacred place,

A soothing rhythm, a calming grace.

Where the noise of life subsides,

Her tender soul blooms and abides.

A girl who loves the quiet air,

Holds a flame of peace so rare.

Within her, calm as endless seas,

Free and gentle, at ease, with ease.