Poetry About Health

The first lesson of Health waited at the morning after good sleep: breath entered the body without asking for praise. A glass of water caught the clean window light. No grand conclusion followed, only the durable fact that well-being is built from many quiet acts of care.

By evening, Steady steps returned to the familiar path. I carried Health home like a note folded carefully, not finished, but honest enough to keep.

What remained was simple: Breath entered the body without asking for praise. Steady steps returned to the familiar path. The day held both images without choosing between them, and called that balance a form of understanding.