The World Unfolds

In the quiet hour,
sun spills gold on the pavement,
whispers of yesterday linger,
yet the streets stir, breathing life anew.

Branches sway,
a language of leaves,
stories inked in shadows,
each light-struck moment unfurling.

Eyes blink open,
familiar paths reshape,
the rustling wind sings truths
hidden in the ordinary.

Glass towers reflect clouds,
mirrored dreams glimmering,
children laugh,
symphonies of innocence dancing in time.

With each heartbeat,
the pulse of the cosmos,
small miracles erupt,
a flower, a smile, a shared glance.

Awakening,
the world unfolds,
colors deepen,
the air richer—
inviting embrace.

A tapestry woven,
fragile yet unyielding,
in this instant,
beauty breathes,
and we,
simply behold.