Underneath the sky’s vast embrace,
Lies a world woven with tender threads,
Where grateful hearts find their place,
In whispers of thanks softly said.

Morning dew upon the grass,
Reflects the light of a rising sun,
A reminder of moments that pass,
And the beauty in each, every one.

Voices of the wind caress the trees,
Singing songs of ancient lore,
In their dance, a gentle tease,
Of stories untold, forevermore.

Let us gather in this sacred space,
With hearts open wide to receive,
The gentle whisper of gratitude and grace,
And in its warmth, forever believe.