Faint blue dust on a mountain bend
Valleys hum where the tall pines bend
You walk slow with a mindful stride
Holding hope on the shifting side
Cliffs rise sharp through the weathered stone
Dreams feel wild on a path unknown
Your soft voice steadies trembling ground
Guiding fear where its peace is found
Weight grows light with your quiet heeding
Courage forms where your touch is leading
Love transforms through gentle weaving—
Life stands firm on a bridge made out of breathing