“Before the Calm”

“Before the Calm” boasts with golden poppies swaying on sunlit hills as cacti stand in quiet strength. Pink and peach clouds drift across a blue sky — the desert holding its breath in a moment of stillness before the calm.

BEFORE THE CALM

Golden poppies bow and sway,
On a sun-lit slope where colors play,
Cactus stands with a patient pride,
Holding the desert by its side.
The hillside whispers, soft and warm,
A fleeting breath before the calm.

Before the calm, the sky will sing,
Clouds in symphony, drifting wings.
Pink and peach in a blue embrace,
A fleeting wonder, a tender grace.
Every change is a painter’s psalm,
The world exhales before the calm.

Dry winds hum through the rugged stone,
Stories etched where the sage has grown,
Petals shimmer in the amber breeze,
A gentle prayer in the desert seas.
The land keeps moving, free from harm,
Yet longs to rest before the calm.

Rolling hills in a gentle rise,
Catch the fire of the painted skies,
Cactus shadows stretch and bend,
Strength and softness weave again.
The desert leans in, still, disarmed,
And waits in peace before the calm.

Before the calm, the sky will sing,
Clouds in symphony, drifting wings.
Pink and peach in a blue embrace,
A fleeting wonder, a tender grace.
Every change is a painter’s psalm,
The world exhales before the calm.

Every moment fades, yet stays,
An endless dance in quiet praise.
The heavens shift, the colors fall,
But beauty lingers through it all.

Before the calm, the sky will sing,
Clouds in symphony, drifting wings.
Poppies bow in a soft refrain,
While cactus guards through wind and rain.
Every change is a painter’s psalm,
The world exhales before the calm