02/04/2026
“900 Meters to Silence”
A winding path hums softly through green,
Where earth still remembers what quiet means,
Mountains rise like ancient guards of time,
Holding the sky in a patient rhyme.
A lonely tree leans into the breeze,
Whispering secrets to wandering leaves,
While clouds drift slow, heavy yet free,
Painting stories no eye can fully see.
A lake lies still like a held breath,
Reflecting a world untouched by stress,
Where ripples speak in gentle tone,
Reminding the heart it’s not alone.
And there it stands, a wooden sign,
Pointing not just by space but by mind,
“900 meters,” it softly calls,
Beyond the noise, beyond the walls.
To a place where silence isn’t empty air,
But a quiet presence always there,
Where hills will listen, and winds will stay,
And time itself just fades away.
So walk that path, don’t rush, don’t run
Some journeys end where peace has begun. 🌄
