Under the sky painted with gold and silk shadows

Under the sky painted with gold and silk shadows, The sun pours its last rays like an ancient elixir, And darkness, like a river of velvet, embraces the earth, Stopping time for mortals, to dive into deep meditation. On the field of dreams, where grass tells its story underfoot, Our souls seek unwritten tales, hidden in the depths, In the echo of the wind that sways the leaves like emerald chimes, We learn to decipher the entire symphony of the day gone by. We have long known the eternal dance of light and shadow, The battle waged on the thin thread of fragile morality, Where we weave love and empathy like strands of silk, To build bridges of brotherhood over the abyss of doubts. If we could lift our eyes from the veils of the mundane, And hear only the secret whispers of the nocturnal wind, We would become gods of our own empires of kindness, Listening to the silent songs of forgotten wisdom. I watch as a mother bird feeds her chicks with love, And in my heart, verses of peace find their home, For the divine eye watches over every small being, Promising that "every little thing will be alright" on the path of destiny. Let power sleep, if only for a moment, And feel how nature opens its arms in an eternal song.