Lull of Pines

Sunlight leans across the floor

Dust motes dance inside the quiet room

We don't need

to hurry

anymore

Let the morning slowly bloom

The world can run

its heavy race

We'll find

our own slow

steady pace

Take a breath and let it fall

There is beauty in the still of it all

Just a quiet space to mend

Where the wild winds reach their end

Shadows lengthen on the wall

Every heavy thought begins to fade

We are safe inside this shelter

In the quiet peace we made

Take a breath and let it fall

There is beauty in the still of it all

Just a quiet space to mend

Where the wild winds reach their end

In the still... (ahhhh) Reach their

end