In the quiet of the morning, a stillness in the air,
The world moves slowly, without a single care.
Lethargy wraps around like a comforting shroud,
A moment of peace, away from the bustling crowd.

The hours drift by, like leaves upon a stream,
Each second a treasure, in a languid dream.
No rush, no hurry, just the gentle flow,
A dance of time, moving ever slow.

The sun dips low, casting shadows long,
A lullaby of laziness, a soothing song.
In this tranquil state, the mind finds ease,
A retreat from the world, a moment to please.

As night descends, the stars begin to gleam,
Embraced by laziness, we softly dream.
In this gentle embrace, we find our rest,
For in these quiet moments, we are truly blessed.