ANCIENT PEAKS
where clouds rest
Before the first light, mountains exhale mist.
They have waited millennia — for your arrival.
Before the first light, mountains exhale mist.
They have waited millennia — for your arrival.
Still water carries the weight of heaven.
One ripple, and the universe trembles.
Salt wind, honey light, the endless breathing of tides.
Find your footprints between two infinities.
Leaves fall like memories, soft and slow.
Walk deeper — the woods remember your name.