In the quiet dance of dawnâs embrace,
Breath flows like a gentle river,
Winding through the forest of thoughts,
Awakening the silent chords of life.
Each inhale a symphony of rebirth,
Exhaling the shadows of yesterdays,
A rhythm of the universe’s heart,
Echoing through the chambers of the soul.
The gentle rise and fall of moments,
A metronome guiding the present,
Weaving the tapestry of existence,
In the sacred space of now.
Breathe, and feel the universe within,
A cycle of endless beginnings,
In the harmony of life’s quiet pulse,
Where every breath is a whispered promise.