In the quiet hum of morning light,
Where whispers of dawn greet the day,
Simple moments craft a life,
In a most unassuming way.

The tea that brews, the bread that’s baked,
Rituals of an ordinary dance,
In these acts, a culture wakes,
Giving simple life a chance.

The laughter shared, the stories told,
Around a table worn with age,
A heritage that does unfold,
In every line upon the page.

So here we find our hearts aligned,
In every simple, daily grace,
A culture rich, yet so refined,
In the quiet of this place.