Behind a gentle, silent door,
A quiet room holds something more.
No rushing sounds, no noisy race,
Just calm and peace in a small space.
The walls stand still, the air is light,
A refuge from the day and night.
Where thoughts can wander, dreams can bloom,
Safe within the quiet room.
A place to breathe, a place to rest,
To gather strength and be your best.
Though small in size, its gift is deep,
A quiet room where hearts can keep
Their hopes, their thoughts, both old and new,
And find the strength to make them true.
For in its silence, clear and bright,
The soul discovers its own light.