Good Morning Everyone

The Turtle and the Butterflies

The turtle moves with the patience of stones.
Each step a memory pressed into the earth.
Morning light settles on her shell like a blessing.
while the world rushes past without waiting.

Butterflies gather where she rests.
Colors trembling in the air like soft questions.
They speak in wings and silence.
asking how one carries time without breaking.

She listens with eyes older than rivers.
answering not with words but with breath.
She tells them that slowness is a kind of love.
that every journey arrives when it is ready.

When the butterflies rise and drift away,
They leave warmth upon her ancient back.
The turtle continues on, carrying their colors within,
a quiet heart walking beneath an endless sky.

Art by Serin Alar

🖊Poem: Piahn

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