In morning’s gentle light, we find our place,
Upon the mat, where dreams begin to weave,
With every breath, a dance of gentle grace,
In stillness, we learn to simply believe.

The warrior stands, firm and bold in might,
A testament to strength and peace combined,
In every pose, a balance of the night,
And day within the heart and soul aligned.

The tree that reaches, rooted deep in ground,
A symbol of endurance, reaching high,
In stretching out, our inner calm is found,
As branches brush against the open sky.

In final rest, the body’s quiet plea,
To hold the silence, let the spirit mend,
In yoga’s arms, we find our destiny,
A journey with no start, and with no end.