Is This Love?

Is this love— 
this quiet freedom in the air, 
this wind that holds my hand
 like an old friend who never left? 

Is this love—
 the calm that slowly pours into my soul, 
like sunlight resting softly 
on the shoulders of the earth? 

I walk through silence
 and the trees whisper back to me,
 as if the world remembers 
the child I once used to be. 

The breeze dances around me, 
carelessly, joyfully-
 and somewhere in that moment
 my personality finds its way back home. 

No noise, no rush, no expectations-
 just the sky above, 
the ground beneath, 
and a heart learning to breathe again. 

Maybe this emptiness 
was never emptiness at all— 
maybe it was space 
for my inner child to run free. 

So I smile at the wind, 
I listen to the quiet, 
and I ask the universe softly—

 Is this love, 
or just the beautiful feeling 
of becoming a child again?