Poetry

A Quiet Lesson


The wind spoke softly through the trees,
A whisper carried on the breeze.
Not every truth comes loud and bold—
Some lessons bloom as hearts unfold.
A fallen leaf, a fading light,
Can teach us grace in saying goodnight.
No need for thunder, grand display—
The lesson lives in everyday.

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