In the quiet corners where whispers lie,
Laziness finds its soft embrace,
In the dance of shadows where dreams fly,
Time slows down its relentless race.

The sun spills warmth on weary bones,
As if urging not to rise too soon,
In the hush where silence owns,
The symphony of a lazy afternoon.

Leaves murmur secrets to the breeze,
In the stillness where thoughts roam free,
A gentle pause amidst the trees,
Invites the soul to simply be.

Let the world rush, let it chase,
In the heart’s quiet, laziness reigns,
A sanctuary of unhurried grace,
Where life’s true rhythm softly remains.