In the quiet dawn, a breath begins to weave,
A gentle flow where mind and body cleave.
The world retreats, a calmness to retrieve,
In asanas’ grace, we learn to believe.

The earth beneath, a steady, guiding ground,
Each pose a whisper, silent yet profound.
Stretching towards the sky, without a sound,
In balance and peace, our souls are unbound.

Breathing deep, we find our inner light,
In stillness, shadows turn to purest white.
A journey inward, where the spirit ignites,
With every pose, the heart takes flight.

As we rise from the mat, anew each day,
Yoga’s gentle wisdom leads the way.
In every breath, in every mindful sway,
We find ourselves in the dance, come what may.