Whispers of the wood floor

Model: | Date:2025-02-07

 
 
Wooden floors, close to the ground,
As if dancing with the dust,
In the silent room,
It carries the whisper of footsteps.

Every grain of wood,
Are the lines of the ages,
Low posture,
Let the heart closer to the soil.

The sun is shining down,
Shadows ran across the floor,
Like a silent song,
Crooning about the ordinary and long life.

Wooden floor,
The foundation of our home,
And the beginning of the poem,
In the low places,

We touch the higher distance.