Sycamore Ease

#UpliftingMedia #HealDivisions #NurtureEmpathy #musicvideo Sycamore Ease [verse] Golden sunlight filters through the lace curtains swaying slow Painting dancing shadows on my face in a warm afterglow No more chasing minutes as they tick away on the clock Just the rhythmic creak of the porch swing, steady as a rock Fresh coffee swirls its fragrant steam in the crisp morning air These fragile moments taste like honey, too precious to compare [chorus] This is peace, this solid ground beneath my weathered shoes Where the restless souls stop running when they've got nothing left to lose Just me and the endless sky stretching out in shades of blue Learning patience from the seasons, what is false and what is true Living light as sycamore leaves drifting where the wind may please With no shackles on my spirit, no thieves stealing my ease [verse] Mrs. Johnson's silver wind chimes perform their ballet in the breeze Tiny bells catching sunlight like fireflies dancing through the trees We trade ruby-red tomatoes still warm from the summer vine And share stories older than the oak roots, aged like vintage wine Children's bubbling laughter echoes down the cracked sidewalk lane Soft as dandelion wishes carried on a gentle rain [chorus] This is peace, this solid ground beneath my weathered shoes Where the restless souls stop running when they've got nothing left to lose Just me and the endless sky stretching out in shades of blue Learning patience from the seasons, what is false and what is true Living light as sycamore leaves drifting where the wind may please With no shackles on my spirit, no thieves stealing my ease [bridge] Once hurricane winds howled through the hollows of my mind Thunder shook my bones until I nearly went deaf and blind But the storm clouds all unraveled like ribbons in the tide Leaving only this sweet silence where the chaos used to reside Now my palms face upward catching sunlight like a bowl Every shadow has its season, but none can claim my soul [chorus] This is peace, this solid ground beneath my weathered shoes Where the restless souls stop running when they've got nothing left to lose Just me and the endless sky stretching out in shades of blue Learning patience from the seasons, what is false and what is true Living light as sycamore leaves drifting where the wind may please With no shackles on my spirit, no thieves stealing my ease [outro] Crickets harmonize their twilight song in the tall dewy grass Fireflies wink like fallen stars in mason jars of glass Porcelain dishes dry slowly by the flickering candle's glow All the simple sacred truths that time has taught me slow All the quiet revelations that the years have come to show cover Theresa Watters #HumanSpirit #ConstructiveDialogue #HopeAndUnity #PurposefulEngagement #RippleEffect #CommunityHealing #SocialChange #Compassion #Kindness