A Gentle Glow
Beyond the quiet edge of night, something
waits to come to light.
Twinkling like pearls hidden in the shell,
hoping to shine one day.
There’s a magic, calm and new,
not perfect but sincere.
Gentle, slow, and true,
flowers bloom, they learn to grow.
And deep inside where silence stays,
unspoken wishes find their ways.
Not polished, not rehearsed, just true,
like the sky whispering to you.
