To Come Upon Quietly
In the morning hush, I came upon,
A secret realm, where dreams were drawn.
Stepping softly, in shadows' embrace,
I wandered through this mystic place.
No whispers passed, no sound arose,
As nature slumbered, in deep repose.
With steps like whispers on the breeze,
I trod the path of ancient trees.
So, in the morning's gentle grace,
I'll return to this tranquil space.
To come upon quietly once more,
Where dreams and whispers softly soar.