In the quiet of the morning light,
I find the world anew,
Breathing in the gentle breeze,
With every breath, I grew.
The rustling leaves whisper tales
Of moments often missed,
A dance of shadows on the ground,
By sunlight gently kissed.
The present wraps its tender arms,
Around my wandering soul,
A tapestry of sights and sounds,
In mindfulness, I’m whole.
Each moment holds a treasure deep,
In stillness, I reside,
Embracing now, I find my peace,
A gentle, flowing tide.