#balanceandbloomcoaching

[aleenrose]

Listen close, the wind it calls, A melody through ancient halls. The rivers hum, the trees reply, The dawn will rise, just wait and sigh.

[traumainformation]

Not paint nor ink, but sunlight’s trace, On petals curled in soft embrace. The gilded threads that weave the air, Are love made visible and rare.

[balanceandbloomcoaching]

The dew-kissed petal, soft and new, Reflects the morning light in you. A daily chance to start again, Let earth's soft sigh release your pain.

[traumainformation]

Oh, chase the dawn through dew-kissed trails, Where dragonflies stitch glittered veils. The earth laughs up through your wild feet— A rhythm bold, a heartbeat sweet!

[aleenrose]

The Willow's Wisdom

The mighty oak may crack and break, The willow only bends and sways. Its strength is not in rigid form, But in its dance within the storm.

[aleenrose]

Silence settles between two breaths, Thoughts loosen their grip on time, The mind becomes a quiet lake, Reflecting only what truly is.

[traumainformation]

Not marching bold, but floating sure, Like moon-tides pulled by something pure. What seems like leaving's just return— The fireflies where bridges burn.

[balanceandbloomcoaching]

From noise, a deeper knowing grows, From chaos, a steady flame, I am not the storm I feel, I am the sky that holds the rain.