The summer sun was hot upon our skin,
We turned the days into a wild parade,
The hours rolled like thunder deep within,
We never thought the fire could be tamed.
The afternoons are slower now and calm,
We find a steady rhythm, without alarm,
No need to rush or measure every turn,
The gentle hours finally let us learn.
The fire that roared is now a gentle coal,
The waves that crashed are now a gentle roll.
I feel a stillness that no words can show,
A quiet peace I never used to know.
The fire that roared is now a gentle coal,
The waves that crashed are now a gentle roll.
I've found a rhythm in a slower pace,
And every moment settles into its place.
The afternoons are slower now and calm,
We find a steady rhythm, without alarm,
No need to rush or measure every turn,
The gentle hours finally let us learn.
The fire that roared is now a gentle coal,
The waves that crashed are now a gentle roll.
I feel a stillness that no words can show,
A quiet peace I never used to know.
The fire that roared is now a gentle coal,
The waves that crashed are now a gentle roll.
I've found a rhythm in a slower pace,
And every moment settles into its place.