Soulful Notes

A soft breeze whispers through the trees,

While gentle birds sing a song upon the breeze.

In the stillness, thoughts take flight,

Filling the heart with peaceful light.

From branch to branch, the squirrels play,

As golden hours drift away.

The fields are wide, the hills are true,

Basking beneath a canopy of blue.

A porch, a view, a moment still,

As evening touches the rolling hill.

With every breath, the soul finds rest,

In nature's quiet, simple best.