When the city hum fades to a whispering breeze,
And worries melt under swaying trees,
The sky wears smiles in shades of blue,
And time decidesāāIāll slow down too.ā
A squirrel holds meetings on mango trees,
While butterflies gossip with honeybees,
A brook hums tunes with no degree,
Yet sings of joy far better than we.
Shoes feel shy; they slip away,
As toes find laughter in earthy clay.
Even the heart starts doing art,
Painting peace on every part.
No filters hereājust morning mist,
No deadlinesājust dew that kissed.
The wind gives hugs, the sun gives cheer,
And every moment says, āYouāre home, my dear.ā
So step away from screens that blink,
And let your soul have time to think.
Because life, my friend, wears her best attire,
When nature herself becomes your choir. š»
Where Wi-Fi Is Weak, but Life Is Strong šæ

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