In the quiet whisper of the morning breeze,
Lies the secret of life’s true ease.
No rush, no hurry, just the gentle flow,
Of moments that come and moments that go.
The sun rises with a tender light,
Painting the sky with hues so bright.
Each day a canvas, pure and new,
To paint with dreams and actions true.
In the garden, flowers softly bloom,
Filling the air with sweet perfume.
Simple joys in nature found,
In every leaf and every sound.
At night, the stars in silence gleam,
Whispering tales of a simple dream.
A life of peace, a heart that’s free,
Embracing the beauty of simplicity.