In the quiet moments of the dawn,
Where light whispers through the trees,
I find a gentle peace reborn,
In the rustling of the leaves.

The world around, a canvas vast,
Painted with colors so divine,
Each breath a gift, each moment cast,
In the tapestry of time.

Gratitude blooms in simple things,
In laughter shared and tears dried,
In the song the morning bird sings,
In the ebb and flow of the tide.

Mindfulness holds the fleeting now,
With tender hands and open heart,
Teaching us the sacred vow,
To cherish life as art.