Mist drifts soft on a trembling field
Light breaks slow where the secrets yield
Warmth expands in a tender depth
Shaping a season born of your breath
Hills inhale with a quiet rise
Morning spills in enchanted dyes
Wind leans close in a whispered wreath
Listening deep to the pulse beneath
Grass bends low in a softened arc
Dew ignites in the silver dark
Every step holds a truth unsheathed—
World grows wide in the air you breathe
Shadows fade as your calm appears
Old dread melts from its brittle fears
Hope stirs bright in the earth beneath
Claiming the gifts your breath bequeaths
Time folds slow in a golden sweep
Dreams unfurl from their silent sleep
Life turns lush in its radiant breadth—
Spring is reborn in the warmth of your breath