Beneath the gentle morning light,
A heart awakens to the day,
Embracing whispers soft and bright,
Thankful for each gentle ray.
The trees in silent reverence stand,
Their leaves a chorus, soft and true,
They sway in time, by breezes fanned,
A dance of thanks beneath the blue.
The river sings a flowing song,
Its waters glisten in the sun,
Each ripple carries joy along,
Grateful for the journey run.
Within the quiet of my soul,
I find the peace that gratitude brings,
A gentle grace that makes me whole,
A melody that forever sings.