A Quiet Root in the Forest’s Heart (by Paihn)

“She sits where the forest breathes in light,

where every leaf holds a story

and the air hums softly

with the voices of before.

The swing does not move much

only enough

to remind her

that stillness is also a journey.

Around her, the flowers glow like small suns,

opening their fragile hands

to the night,

to the listening earth.

She closes her eyes

and the forest leans closer

not to speak loudly,

but to be felt.

In the hush between heartbeats,

she hears them

the ones who walked this path

long before her feet knew the way.

They do not call her forward,

they do not pull her back

they stand beside her

in the quiet she has become.

And she understands:

to belong is not to move,

not to seek,

but to root gently

into the living breath of the world.”

Poem by Piahn