When the world spins wild and takes its toll, What does it take to renew your soul? Is it a quiet moment, a whispered prayer, A deep, steady breath in the morning air?
Is it the hush of waves on a moonlit shore, Or birdsong drifting through an open door? A mountain’s hush, a river’s flow, A golden field where wild winds blow?
Perhaps it’s laughter, a loved one’s touch, A melody that means so much. The scent of pine, the warmth of sun, A task well done when the day is done.
Whatever your cup of tea may be, Drink it often, wild and free. For in these moments, still and true, You find yourself—you are renewed.
