In the gentle whisper of the morning breeze,
Lies a world waiting to be embraced.
With each breath, a newfound peace,
In the tapestry of time, we find our place.

The sun paints golden paths on leaf and stone,
A dance of light that guides the way.
In stillness, hearts are softly sewn,
To the rhythm of life, we humbly sway.

Clouds drift slowly across the azure sky,
Carving dreams in their fleeting form.
In their passage, we learn to fly,
Beyond the storm, to the calm and warm.

With mindful steps, we journey on,
Each moment a gift, a whispered grace.
In the present, the past is gone,
And in this space, our souls embrace.