In the stillness of the morning light,
Where shadows dance in gentle flight,
A whisper of peace begins to grow,
Softly, softly, it starts to flow.
Among the dew-kissed leaves so green,
A world of calm remains unseen,
Quietly weaving through the air,
A promise of peace, so rare, so fair.
The rivers sing a lullaby,
Beneath the vast and endless sky,
Harmony in every breeze,
A symphony that grants us ease.
And as the day begins to bloom,
Dispelling every hint of gloom,
Let peace reside within our hearts,
In every moment, never to part.