In the gentle cradle of a silent morn,
Where whispers of the dawn softly play,
Life unfolds in tender hues reborn,
Guided by the calm of a new day.

Beneath the shade of ancient, wise trees,
Time slows to a peaceful, steady flow,
Birds sing in harmony with the breeze,
In this realm where only serenity grows.

The river’s song, a soothing lullaby,
Carries dreams upon its gentle stream,
Reflecting the vast, unending sky,
Where every thought drifts in a peaceful dream.

In this sacred space of quiet grace,
We find our souls gently set free,
Embracing life’s gentle, tender pace,
Living in moments of pure tranquility.