[Intro]
Calm water, a quiet breath, the world slows to a gentle pace.
[Verse 1]
On the wooden dock I stand, in linen, needle-sharp and well pressed, a poised silhouette against the dawn.
The lake wears the mountains like a crown, glass and glow, a patient, lifelong vow.
I trace the distant ridges with a measured gaze, finding grace in the small, the still, the profound now.
[Chorus]
Breath by breath, I learn to listen well,
To rivers of silence where thoughts gently dwell.
In every ripple, a quiet strength I wear,
A timeless calm, refined and rare.
[Verse 2]
My shoes know the harbor of habit, the cadence of days that move without hurry.
I note the pines, the breeze, the distant echo of gulls—an orchestra of simplicity.
Cloth folds speak of order, thoughts speak of ease, a cultivated stillness under a vast blue ceiling.
[Chorus]
Breath by breath, I learn to listen well,
To rivers of silence where thoughts gently dwell.
In every ripple, a quiet strength I wear,
A timeless calm, refined and rare.
[Bridge]
Mountains hold their ancient counsel, the sun stitches gold to the trees,
And I, with a courteous nod, accept the world as it pleases.
[Chorus]
Breath by breath, I learn to listen well,
To rivers of silence where thoughts gently dwell.
In every ripple, a quiet strength I wear,
A timeless calm, refined and rare.
[Outro]
The dock fades into a memory of grace as daylight completes its braid of light.
I carry the lake’s quiet: confident, grateful, awake.
