In the morning sun’s embrace,
We find the warmth of happiness,
A golden light that kisses our face,
And fills our hearts with blissfulness.
The laughter of a child so pure,
A melody that heals the soul,
In simple joys we find the cure,
To make our weary spirits whole.
The blooming flowers in the spring,
A testament to life’s rebirth,
Their vibrant hues a song they sing,
A symphony of endless mirth.
In moments shared with those we love,
We capture time in memories,
A gentle touch, a warming glove,
That brings us peace and sets us free.