The sky whispers

The world around me seems to fall silent, allowing me to hear something profoundly important, yet whispered. A strange sensation arises, as if the clouds arent simply swirling, but whispering to each other, passing on ancient secrets that no one will ever fully know. At the same time, a lightness, almost carefree, spreads within, as if all my burdens have been left far below. Its a state where I dont want to ask questions, but simply want to go with the flow, knowing that this current will gently carry me where it needs to go.