In the quiet whispers of the dawn,
The gifts of time unfold with grace,
Each moment like a precious stone,
Illuminating life’s vast, open space.
The laughter shared in fleeting hours,
A gift that warms the coldest heart,
Binding souls with unseen powers,
From which we never wish to part.
The gentle touch of a loving hand,
A gift that speaks of endless care,
It heals the wounds we cannot stand,
And lifts us when weâre in despair.
In the twilight of the setting sun,
The gifts of love and memories glow,
As day and night become as one,
These treasures in our hearts will grow.