The World Looks Softer From Here

From the edge of the hill,
the world looks quieter
as if distance knows how to soften noise.

Fields stretch like pages
of a story written in earth and sunlight,
each patch a memory of seasons that passed
and seasons still becoming.

Tiny houses rest below,
like thoughts too gentle to speak aloud,
while the trees stand guard
old witnesses of wind, rain, and time.

Here, the land doesn’t rush.
It breathes.
And in its stillness,
you remember that life was never meant
to be lived only through screens and speed.

Sometimes, all it takes
is standing above the world for a moment
to realize how small the chaos is,
and how wide the peace can be.