Crimson walls breathe green,
a lone figure in still light,
white tree guards the hush.
Pathway of light,
shadows drift upon the red,
sacred silence.
A tree remembers,
standing where the wind once spoke,
red walls hold its roots.
Stairs of burning red,
stone walls cradle every step
shadows trace the curve.
Crimson evening breath,
travelers drift in soft light,
the journey vegins.
Bare branches rising,
Beneath the glass sky they wait,
Winter stands upright.
Endless white corridors,
whispers echo,
steps dissolve, time curves into light.
Chairs climb to the sky,
tangled threads of weightless dreams,
falling into light.
Golden wood whispers,
warm light dances through the cabin,
forest breathes nearby.
Beneath the pine shade,
the house nestles in silence,
soul of the clearing.
A hidden refuge,
embraced by the gentle leaves,
breath falls still in peace.
Cold metal circle,
mist escapes in tiny drops,
nature whispers back.
Garments in the wind,
beneath clouds, two souls wander,
far from burning sand.
Beneath swelling clouds,
fabric rises with the wind,
everything shifts.
Three chairs wait in light,
under tall and silent trees,
nothing is in haste.
Circle in the woods,
chairs whisper among the leaves,
and the filtered light.
Chairs among the trees,
silence flows between the stones,
the mind takes root deep.
Chair in the river,
feet cold but standing still,
the wood follows flow.
Wooden throne stands firm
in the river’s rushing song,
who will take the seat?
In the forest shade
a cocoon of thread and air,
the clearing waits still.
Floating in the dusk,
two wooden cradles aglow,
the night listens in.
Twin seats in still air,
hover between earth and sky,
green waits quietly.
Whispers of the stream,
a table waits in silence,
night cradles the feast.
Hammocks hum and hush,
hidden high in hush of trees,
hearts held in still air.
In the quiet woods,
a fragile moment rests still,
a fleeting instant.
In the glowing stream,
a child meets a living tree,
light becomes a breath.
A winding path flows,
stone and greenery unite,
serene harmony.
Cradle in the leaves,
a chair brushing open skies,
the wind comes to rest.
Between the towers,
a moon with many windows,
city holds its breath.
River holds the feast,
mountains guard the silent woods,
nature sets the stage.
Stillness in the shade,
a roof of leaves, floor of stone,
time forgets to move.
Green forest flickers,
echo of wind in the stilness,
home waits beyond gates
Curved paths touch the sky,
pillars bloom like quiet trees,
still water below.
White hemisphere,
reflections dance on clear water,
green frames the stillness.
Stones placed with still hands,
a tree twists the quiet air,
the wind drifts slowly.
Turned towards the sky,
keeper of vast horizons,
the whisper of winds.
Blue currents unfold,
footseps ripple through the hall,
daylight on the move.
Three posts keep their watch,
at the summit by the sea,
silent and timeless.
Above the city,
fire and water intertwining,
a beacon of night.
Incense drifting slow,
two chairs facing the old tree,
evening settles in.
Beneath towering pines,
watches in peace,
winter’s quiet glow.
Clouds upon a screen,
digital sky joins the real,
boundaries dissolve.
Beneath azure skies,
the dome rises by the waves,
fresh breeze softly sings.
White tower of voids,
piercing through the mist and snow,
city breathes in grey.
Mountains watch the shore,
a quiet table awaits,
waves whisper of peace.
Mist veils the bright sky,
waves of light drift into air,
silence holds the glow.
Chairs among the trees,
silence flows between the stones,
the mind takes root deep.
Long shadow drifting,
a lone figure crosses grid-light,
quiet fills the square.
Bright cube in the dark,
guiding footsteps underground,
the city inhales.
Silk of burning light,
a tower hums in the night,
dreams rise, molten-bright.
White gate in the night,
two figures pause at the threshold,
darkness holds its breath.
Rooted in stillness,
stones and wind in soft embrace,
time drifts through the leaves.
Shadows on still waves,
two hearts whisper soft and low,
echo listens close.
Grids of light unfold,
silent steps cut through the calm,
shadow learns its shape.