In the quiet of the morning light,
Where shadows dance and dreams take flight,
There lies a realm of endless grace,
A sanctuary, a sacred place.

The rivers hum a tranquil tune,
Beneath the watchful, gentle moon,
A symphony of calm and ease,
That whispers softly through the trees.

In fields of gold where daisies bloom,
And skies are painted bright in blue,
We find a world where hearts can mend,
And every soul can call a friend.

So close your eyes and take a breath,
Release your worries, all your stress,
For peace is but a heartbeat near,
A state of mind, so pure, so clear.