mia's mARTch mARTch 24

In the heart of silence, essence whispers soft,
A subtle breath of being, aloft.
It dances in the shadows, it sings in the light,
An ethereal waltz, both day and night.

It's the core of the rose, the scent so sweet,
The silent murmur of the world's heartbeat.
In every grain of sand, in every star's gleam,
Essence is the dreamer and the dream.

It's the painter's passion, the poet's muse,
The infinite hues of every shade and hue.
In laughter and tears, in triumph and loss,
Essence remains, never counting the cost.

It's the love unspoken, the bond unseen,
The space between words, the pause between.
A timeless echo in the chamber of the soul,
Essence is the part that makes us whole.

So let us cherish this intangible flame,
The unnameable source from whence we came.
For in essence, we find the greatest prize,
The truth of our spirit, where our beauty lies.