In the quiet of the morning’s light,
A call of nature, humble yet profound,
Whispers softly in the dawn’s embrace,
A gentle reminder of life’s simple grace.
Amidst the bustle of the dayâs demands,
A pause, a moment, a necessary retreat,
To sit with thoughts, to breathe and be,
A silent companion in life’s busy street.
Evening calls with its quiet sigh,
A ritual, a return to familiar ground,
Where reflections and musings softly blend,
In the solitude where the day may end.
And in this cycle, we find our peace,
A rhythm as old as time and earth,
Embracing the mundane, yet profound,
In this humble act, a quiet rebirth.