Relax & Breathe Poem by Sumita Jetley

In the village, by the dawn's early light,
A baker toils, from morning to night.
His hands craft loaves, warm and mild,
Yet his heart yearns for something wild.

Through the forest, he wanders, alone,
To a willow tree, in a world of its own.
Its whispers float, a soothing song,
Telling him where he truly belongs.

'Rest here, ' it sings, 'under my bough,
Forget your worries, your furrowed brow.
Learn from the leaves, and the slow-moving sun,
How to unwind, when the day is done.'

Now, with a heart both light and free,
He bakes his bread, full of glee.
For in the embrace of the willow tree,
He found the secret, to live harmoniously.