Cookings, Vlog and Relaxation
A fleeting thought on a whispering breeze,
A ripple dancing across still seas,
The glint of sunlight through ancient trees.

Perhaps a moment, quiet and small,
Not grand or loud, yet holding it all:
The curve of a smile, the fall of a leaf,
The pause between joy, between grief.

Maybe I’ll be the color of dawn,
Soft hues that linger but never stay long,
Or the weight of a song, familiar, untold,
That warms the heart when the night feels cold.

I don’t need crowns or statues of stone,
Just the space to breathe and to call my own-
A gentle pulse in life’s melody,
Yes, maybe this is what I want to be.

Let me be still, yet forever in flight,
A fleeting moment, bathed in light,
Not bound by time, just endlessly free-
Maybe this is what I want to be.