In the quiet of morning’s light,
I find whispers of gratitude bright.
Each dew-kissed leaf, a silent song,
Of thanks that with the dawn belong.
The sun paints skies with golden hues,
A canvas of blessings softly strews.
Heartfelt echoes in the gentle breeze,
Thankfulness dances among the trees.
Through the trials and the tears that fall,
I hear the universeâs tender call.
In every challenge, a gift concealed,
A lesson learned, a heart that’s healed.
As stars adorn the evening sky,
I send my thanks to realms on high.
For every breath, for every day,
In gratitude, my spirit stays.