When I close my eyes, the world becomes gentle. A breeze filled with forget-me-nots brushes through my hair, and white birds carry the quiet song of my soul across the sky.
Riding a calm horse through fields of soft colors, every flower reminds me of where I’ve been, and every butterfly promises where I’m going. The wind lifts my blue dress like ocean waves, making me feel lighter and free.
The peaceful face within me is my true self—quiet, aware, and full of hope. I walk between imagination and calm skies, where each step is like a bird’s