A Quiet Place

In lands where silence caresses the earth, And winds weave soft through forgotten ways; A quiet place holds its tales of worth, Through fading light of autumn days.

Here, shadows linger, and whispers bend, To tell a story that the heart can hear; Of love and loss in a gentle blend, With nature’s chorus, serene and clear.

So come and rest in this tranquil space, Where dreams unfold in the softest light; In every breath, find a warm embrace, And let the heart awaken to the night.

• Wilfrid Wilson Gibson