Gentle rainfall taps steady rhythms on rusted tin rooftops
Old growth forests stand silent through centuries of human noise
Thin trails of smoke rise straight up from isolated cabins
Dried wildflowers bow low under weight of overnight frost
Slow turning windmills catch breezes no one else can feel
Smooth river pebbles shift positions with each passing season
Distant lighthouse beams cut through walls of coastal fog
Empty swing sets move slightly in abandoned playgrounds
Cracked earth in dry riverbeds waits for rains that may never come
High mountain passes remain buried long after valleys turn green
