In the soft folds of dawn’s embrace,
Grace whispers through the waking trees,
A gentle hand that soothes the night,
Painting dreams with golden light.

Through the meadows of time it glides,
A silent symphony of heart and soul,
In every leaf, a story told,
Of love and life, of grace untold.

Beneath the sky’s vast, endless dome,
Grace dances with the fleeting breeze,
A tender touch, a fleeting glance,
In every moment, a second chance.

As the stars weave tales in twilight’s glow,
Grace holds the world in soft embrace,
A gentle force, unseen yet true,
Guiding us all in paths anew.