In the quiet corners of a humble life,
Where whispers of the wind softly play,
Lies a world untouched by endless strife,
In simple moments, we find our way.

A morning sun that warmly greets,
Casting golden hues on fields so wide,
In the simplicity of nature’s feats,
We learn to let go of our pride.

The gentle flow of a river’s song,
Carries tales of peace and grace,
In each ripple, where we belong,
We find a comforting, gentle space.

With every breath, in the present we dwell,
Cherishing the beauty of the now,
In simplicity, our spirits swell,
Finding joy in moments, we humbly bow.