A RESPONSIVE UNIVERSE

A whisper of wind, a breath of light,
Feathers of earth take gentle flight.
Soft as dusk and wild as sea,
A fleeting dance, untamed and free.

Blades of motion, frozen in hue,
Gold and ivory kissed by dew.
A silent storm, a poet’s dream,
A river of air, a silver gleam.

It sings of time, of drift and flow,
Of echoes lost in whispers low.
A moment held, yet ever wide—
The art of motion, stilled inside.