A Tapestry of Calm -Tetralogy Part 1
First comes Serenity, born of sunlit air,
From Latin's serenus, meaning clear and fair.
It is the soul's untroubled, cloudless sky,
Where storms of passion pass and gently die.
It is not born of circumstance or place,
But from a deep and internal state of grace,
An inner sanctum, where the spirit thrives,
And in acceptance, finds the peace it strives
To know. Serenity's a quiet art,
A settled calm within a trusting heart,
That even when the world is filled with strife,
Remains a constant, steady flame of life.
It is the core of stillness, deep and wide,
The tranquil center where our truths reside.
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