04/29/2026
Breath Between
Each circle holds a whispered year,
a story carved in light and shade,
of seasons lost, of seasons dear,
of roots that held, of growth remade.
The dark lines bend, yet do not break,
they weave through silence
For even in the layered past,
where shadows rest and memories cling,
there shines a quiet truth at last
we are the song within the ring.
