Roots of Comfort
When the world feels loud and heavy on your chest,
Step softly into the open arms of the day.
Even the quietest fields know how to bless
A weary heart that has lost its way.
Listen to the whisper of the trembling leaves.
They know the language of comfort and grace.
They carry the stories the wind believes
And brush them softly across your face.
The river speaks in a tender, endless song
Promising that nothing is ever truly still.
It teaches that healing takes time to belong
And flows where patience and hope can fill.
Sunlight reaches through the canopy above
Like fingertips searching for your hand.
In its warmth you will find a gentle love
That helps you rise, breathe, and stand.
So rest for a while where the wild things grow.
Let the sky remind you that you are not alone.
Nature has a way of teaching what souls already know
That every heart can find its way back home.
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