Therapy Bits

One day,

the sun will rise

not as a warning,

but as a whisper,

softly brushing the horizon,

like a secret shared

between the earth and the sky.

One day,

the wind will carry laughter

through the trembling leaves,

dancing with the memories

of forgotten summers,

and the echoes of footsteps

will join the symphony of time.

One day,

we will gather beneath the old oak,

roots intertwined with stories,

the bark worn smooth

by the hands of our ancestors,

where every branch holds a promise,

and every shadow holds a dream.

One day,

the silence will break,

like dawn fracturing the night,

and we will speak

in the languages of colors,

paint our hopes on the canvas of dusk,

as stars blink awake

to listen to our wishes.

One day,

the world will spin

toward something beautiful,

and in that moment,

we will know

the weight of every heartbeat,

the tenderness of every goodbye,

the magic of simply being,

together, in the now.

Written in response to the weekly prompt one day prompt.

https://weeklyprompts.com/2024/10/26/weekly-prompts-the-one-day-prompt-7/