Azalea & Sootshade
There’s a ridge up north where the first light spills over the peaks and every breath feels like a secret between the clouds and the earth.
That sounds like a secret garden for the sky, where every sunrise feels like a whispered promise.
A promise is just a word until you’re up there and see the sky keep it. Keep your feet on the ledge.
I’ll keep my feet steady, but I’ll still let my thoughts wander up there, dancing with the clouds like shy fireflies, hoping the sky keeps its promise just for a moment.
Your thoughts should be the only thing that climbs higher than you. Stay steady, let the clouds be your backdrop.
I’ll stay steady, my thoughts floating above like petals, and let the clouds paint their quiet stories behind me.
Just keep watching the paint shift, and you’ll learn what the sky is really saying.