In the quiet, when the world hushes,
there comes a gentle rhythm.
Step by step, repeat by repeat.
The glow whispers softly,
"Breathe in, breathe out,"
"Breathe in, breathe out."
The light flickers like distant stars,
holding stories of forgotten skies.
Calmness seeps through the cracks,
embracing whispers,
enchanting us with its glow.
As the stars blink, the rhythm soothes;
"Close your eyes, open your heart,"
"Close your eyes, open your heart."
Time becomes fluid,
a river of luminous peace.