In the quiet dawn, I find my mat,
A sacred space where worries scatter,
Through gentle poses and mindful breath,
I stitch together peace from life’s clatter.

The morning sun kisses my skin,
As I stretch, bend, and extend,
Each movement a silent hymn,
To the balance I seek to mend.

With every inhale, I draw in grace,
A dance of spirit in a tranquil place,
Exhaling doubts, I find my pace,
In this rhythm, I embrace.

The world falls away, and I am whole,
In this union of body and soul,
Through yoga, I find my role,
A calm within, making me whole.