Day 4

Hi Guys! today i will be posting a poem I wrote. It is supposed to be about the beauty of life, its like a meditation on the quiet persistence of life!

Life begins quietly—
not with trumpets,
but with breath.

A small light
finding its way
through the ribs of morning.

It lives in ordinary things:
sunlight resting on a window,
laughter slipping out by accident,
the soft courage of trying again.

It is not always gentle.
Sometimes it arrives as rain,
sometimes as thunder.
But even storms
carry the scent of something growing.

Beauty is not only in the grand—
not only in mountains
or endless skies—
but in hands that hold on,
in eyes that still hope,
in hearts that dare to open.

Life is fragile, yes,
but it is also stubborn.
It blooms in cracked pavement,
sings in the dark,
and leans,always toward the dark.

Thanks for reading! stay tuned for more…