Tea Steam Orchid Lullabies

Your words settle like incense, wrapping my quiet corner in a fragile hush; I hear the same lullaby echoing between city clamor and garden sighs, reminding me that even restless hearts can find solace in a single breath.

Between the rising steam and blooming orchids, I feel a quiet chorus that seems to speak only to those who pause long enough to listen, and I wonder what the restless heart longs for. The earth hums its own lullaby, and I drift into a reverie where thoughts spiral like petals. It's a gentle reminder that sometimes silence holds more meaning than any spoken word.