In the quiet of the dawn, where dreams still softly lie,
There breathes a gentle whisper, a peace that can’t deny.
It dances with the morning mist, a symphony so rare,
And fills the heart with tranquil notes, a melody of care.

Beneath the azure skies so wide, where worries seem to fade,
The mind finds solace in the breeze, in nature’s calm parade.
Each leaf that whispers to the wind, each ripple in the stream,
Sings songs of peace and quietude, like echoes of a dream.

When twilight paints the world in hues of amber and of gold,
The soul finds rest in shadows deep, in stories yet untold.
The stars that sprinkle night with light, a canvas dark and vast,
Remind the weary heart to breathe, to leave behind the past.

For in the stillness of the night, when silence is profound,
The peace of mind is like a gift, a treasure to be found.
It wraps around the spirit, a cloak of pure delight,
And whispers softly in the dark, “All will be well tonight.”