🌴Emerald Leaves and Silent Prayers A whispered breeze through emerald leaves, A story that the island weaves. The Pitons rise, a silent prayer, Against the blue, a sunlit air. A breathtaking panoramic view of Saint Lucia at sunrise, with the iconic Pitons mountains covered in lush greenery, a calm blue sea, and a secluded sandy beach in the foreground. 🌊 Scent of Spice, Rhythm of the Sea The scent of spice, the taste of rain, A quiet peace that eases pain. A vibrant flower, bold and bright, Reflecting morning's gentle light. The rhythm of the ocean's sway, A promise of a brand new day. This island keeps a gentle hold, A treasured story to be told. Story 💚 The Green Heart Beats The green heart beats beneath my feet—   a rhythm older than memory,   where mango trees murmur lullabies   and the sea listens in silence.

🌙 A Coin in Velvet Sky The moon, a coin in velvet sky, Sees only me, and wonders why I sit alone in quiet grace, To know the stillness of this place. Finding a melody in the stillness of the night. 🎧 The Melody Pure and Deep The world outside has hurried past, A breathless rush too fast to last. But in this hush, a song begins, Where weary spirit finds, and wins. ⏳ The Breathless Rush Has Passed It’s not of words, or silver sound, But whispers from the hallowed ground. A melody both pure and deep, A solemn promise I can keep.

✨ The Golden Promise Finding the Inner Fire in the Gathering Dust The day recedes, its vibrant colors fade, A final, golden promise softly made. A single ray that finds a quiet wall, To light a memory before the fall. The day recedes, but a single, golden promise softly stays. Find the light that lingers, even when the world is dim. #PetalsAndPause #LightAndShadow #PoetryOfLight #HopefulHeart 🌅 The Light That Lingers It lingers there, a moment held in trust, A silent beauty in the gathering dust. And teaches us that even when we tire, 🕯️ Holding the Inner Fire A gentle light can hold the inner fire .

  A Silent Grace The wind arrives... It bends the reed, a testament to trust, and pushes it along its winding course. The wind arrives, not with a sudden gust, But with a patient, unrelenting force. It bends the reed, a testament to trust, And pushes it along its winding course. No brittle snap, no violent, sudden break, The reed accepts the pressure, day by day. It moves in rhythm for the river's sake, And finds a quiet, uncomplaining way. This is the grace of knowing when to yield, To find your strength in giving with the flow. A hidden power, carefully concealed, That teaches everything the heart must know. The Return to Stillness And when the gust has faded, and is gone, The reed returns to its unbothered state. It finds the sunlight, and it greets the dawn, Unchanged in spirit, though it faced its fate. No scars are left upon its gentle form, No sign of battle with the passing air. It stands again, defiant of the storm, A silent victor, standing rooted there. This is the stren...