Unfurling Serenity
In whirlwinds of thoughts, where logic takes flight, And emotions, like embers, ignite, There whispers a haven, a sanctuary's call, Where sanity blooms, defying the fall.
It's woven in sunbeams, dappling the day, In laughter's cascade, chasing shadows away. It's found in the rhythm of raindrops that sing, And starlight's embrace, on night's gentle wing.
To be sane is to dance with the tide's ebb and flow, To let worries go loose, like seeds on the blow. It's breathing in peace, with each sunrise anew, And trusting the whispers, the calm spoken true.
It's not in perfection, the lines drawn so tight, But cracks that let moonlight, and starlight ignite. For life's tapestry's beauty lies tangled and torn, In threads of resilience, where lessons are born.
To be sane is to wander, on paths yet unseen, With open-faced wonder, where questions convene. It's learning to stumble, and rise once again, With dust on your knees, and a wisdom to glean.
It's holding the hands of the loved ones you keep, In moments of silence, where words run too deep. It's sharing the burdens, the darkness, the light, And knowing, in darkness, there's dawn's golden bite.
To be sane is to cherish the whispers within, The voice of your compass, that guides you from sin. It's knowing your worth, etched in stardust and soul, A masterpiece unfolding, beyond all control.
It's facing the monsters, that lurk in the night, With eyes full of courage, and hearts taking flight. For shadows dissolve, when they meet morning's kiss, And sanity thrives, in the strength you don't miss.
To be sane is to forgive, both yourself and the rest, To shed skins of anger, and find gentle rest. It's knowing forgiveness, a balm for the wounds, Mends bridges of hearts, with love's soothing tunes.
It's planting the seeds of compassion's sweet bloom, For every stray soul, lost in life's darkened room. For kindness, like pollen, on wings of the breeze, Brings sanity's nectar, to souls ill at ease.
To be sane is to listen, with ears ever keen, To whispers of nature, in meadows so green. It's learning her language, the rustle of leaves, The chorus of crickets, the music that weaves.
It's dancing with rivers, that gurgle and sing, And climbing the mountains, where eagles take wing. For nature's embrace, like a mother's warm hand, Soothes frayed edges of spirit, to understand.
To be sane is to find joy in the simple, the small, A child's laugh that ripples, a raindrop's soft fall. It's savoring moments, like sun-kissed ripe fruit, The essence of living, where joy takes its root.
It's painting with colours, that shimmer and gleam, And singing off-key, in a joyful extreme. For creativity's canvas, with unfettered delight, Brushes away shadows, and brings sanity's light.
To be sane is to let go, of burdens you hold, Of expectations, that cage and make cold. It's trusting the currents, that carry you free, Embracing the unknown, with serenity.
For life is a river, with bends and with falls, But sanity's compass, directs through it all. So breathe in the starlight, and dance with the rain, And know, in your being, that sanity's reign
Will guide you through darkness, to meadows anew, Where hearts find their solace, and spirits shine through. For sanity's whispers, in laughter and tears, Unfurl your true essence, throughout all the years.
