In the gentle whisper of the morning breeze,
Where shadows blend with the light,
I find a space where my heart can breathe,
Accepting both day and night.

The stars, they shine in darkest skies,
Yet fade when dawn appears,
A reminder that beauty can often arise,
From the depths of silent fears.

I walk the path where flowers bloom,
Beside the withering leaves,
In each cycle, a quiet room,
Where acceptance softly weaves.

In every moment, joy and pain,
Together they weave a thread,
A tapestry of sun and rain,
Where peace and love are spread.