Breathe
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Silence falls, spirits cease to seethe, Lay down your worries now,
And breathe, my child, just breathe.

Breathe

by Profe Steve Continuing the theme of autumn.

Indigo sky, faint hint of hay, Fades deepest purple Between the clouds of gray.

The weary world now hesitates, And holds a shuddered breath, Longs to set aside its weights.

Migrant birds soar overhead, Summer toils now done, To seek an autumn bed.

Gentle waves upon the shore Fall silent in response, Relieved from storm’s uproar.

While my heart still counts the time, Its race begins to slow, In answer to the unheard chime.

Distant bell calls faintly in the calm, Weary steps again turn home, Hearts crave hearth-fire’s balm.

Harvest done now, time for rest From the yearly labor, And Helios settles in the west.

Silence falls, spirits cease to seethe, Lay down your cares and worries now, And breathe, my child, just breathe.

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