In twilight's hush, where secrets fade like mist,
The trees recount their tales through rustling leaves,
Each branch a testament, a history kissed,
Yet all around, the silence weaves and weaves.

From crumbled stones, where ancient echoes sleep,
Stray thoughts like fleeting shadows creep and tease,
Minds turned to ponder, where the stillness keeps,
What truth lies buried 'neath the surface ease?

They jest at storms that dance upon the sea,
While hearts exchange their burdens, soft and low,
What fragile grace in every glance, to be,
A quiet strength beneath the fervent flow.

So let such quiet words become our guide,
In whispered truths, the bravest hearts abide.