In the quiet corners of a small life,
Where whispers of dreams softly alight,
Silent moments hold their gentle strife,
Woven into the fabric of night.
Amidst the rustle of ancient leaves,
Stories unfold in hushed reverie,
Each heartbeat a rhythm that believes,
In the beauty of simplicity.
The morning dew, a tender embrace,
Cradles the earth in its gentle glow,
A reminder of timeâs gentle pace,
As the world breathes in and out slow.
In this little realm, life finds its grace,
In the small wonders often unseen,
A quiet life, a sacred space,
Where the heart rests, serene and keen.