Peace in silence

Sometimes—just sometimes, ‎on silent ground ‎where trees whisper ‎beneath blue, empty skies, ‎and the evening sun melts quietly— ‎maybe that’s all it takes ‎to soften this overthinking head, ‎so full of empty weight, ‎an echo chamber of a lone heart, ‎aching ‎for silence ‎to cradle the subtle mind.