A quiet breeze drifts through the trees,
Whispers softly, yet never stays,
It touches all with ease and grace,
While one stands still, lost in the haze.
The moonlight dances on every face,
Silver glow, warm and bright—
But there's one shadow left alone,
Hoping its silence will be enough tonight.
In endless skies, birds freely soar,
Not bound by roots, not tied to ground—
And I, just a leaf, thought the wind would stay,
Yet here I fall, without a sound.
Stars greet the night with tender eyes,
Each one finding its place to shine—
I am but one among the crowd,
Believing I’d be seen in time.
But how can you catch what isn't meant to stay?
How can you hope for what’s beyond reach?
Like waves that kiss a thousand shores,
I thought I’d be the one for speech.
Yet here I stand, a quiet soul,
Hopeless, waiting for the tide,
Knowing deep down, it’s not the storm—
It’s the way I dreamt the ride.