In the quiet of the morning light,
Where dew kisses the waking earth,
I find my peace in the simple sight,
Of nature’s gentle, endless mirth.

The whispering breeze through ancient trees,
Carries tales of time and grace,
A life uncluttered, a soul at ease,
In this serene and sacred space.

The dance of shadows on the grass,
Tells stories of a day well spent,
In these moments, I let go, I pass,
Into a world where my heart is content.

So here I rest, in this simple life,
Where silence speaks and whispers stay,
Free from the noise, free from the strife,
In nature’s arms, I find my way.