Stressed? Breathe slow Breathe deep Be still
A hundred fairies holding on, waiting for the tiniest wind to blow their way. With a summer breeze, they all let go, free at last to float high above. Drifting on the flow of tranquillity, Settling only on their destiny.
Silky soft sands, so pale, so serene. Slow ballad of the crystal waves. Whisps of white against deep blue sky. Tranquil in all ways.