In the gentle whisper of the morning breeze,
Lies a quiet strength that we seldom seize.
Each rustling leaf, each ray of light,
Gifts us wonders, simple, yet bright.
The laughter shared, the tears we dry,
In each embrace, a love that won’t die.
These fleeting instances, often overlooked,
Are chapters in lifeâs grand book.
The kindness of a strangerâs smile,
The warmth that lingers, mile by mile.
Small gestures, soft and sincere,
Define the moments that we hold dear.
So let us pause and truly see,
The beauty in the mundane, the ‘you’ and ‘me’.
For in these moments, so pure, so true,
Lies the art of living, in all we do.