The world lies outside,
painted with the colors of life,
but here, time is a gentle tide,
cradling moments like petals,
each a treasure,
each a heartbeat whispering,
stay a little longer,
in this cocoon of warmth,
where joy hangs like a sunbeam,
and every breath feels
like a promise kept.
~Jangolfin

I watch steam curls,
a wisp of dreams floating,
as fingers trace the rim of a cup,
the warmth spreading through oaks,
like laughter spilling from my lips,
softly stirring the stillness.

Beneath the window
a pot of blooming marigolds gossips
with the morning breeze,
their petals are unfurling slowly,
like a whisper of secrets
shared with the sun
Birds outside hold a choir,
notes rising and dipping,
a symphony of joyful flutter,
each chirp a celebration
in this canvas of waking life