Books lie closed on the silent desk
Dust dances in narrow light
Morning waits outside the door
The wind calls my restless heart
Leaves whisper forgotten truths
The Tables Turned
Step away from heavy pages
Walk into the breathing fields
Let the earth speak first
A bird sings without a theory
A river flows without debate
The Tables Turned
I learn from shadows and sunlight
From sorrow softened by hills
From joy rising like dawn
Mind bows gently to the heart
Reason rests in quiet grass
The Table Turned
