In the quiet of the morning light,
Where whispers of the day begin,
A gentle breeze carries dreams alight,
And peace within softly settles in.
Amidst the fields where wildflowers grow,
Life unfolds at a gentle pace,
With every sunrise, a gentle glow,
Time becomes a sweet embrace.
The rustle of leaves, a soothing song,
Guides us through the winding path,
In simple joys where hearts belong,
Finding grace in nature’s bath.
In the dance of shadows on the wall,
We find the rhythm of the heart,
A simple life, where we stand tall,
In its quiet, we find our art.