In the quiet of the morning light,
Where shadows dance and whispers play,
We find the moments, pure and bright,
That touch our hearts in their gentle way.

The breeze that carries dreams anew,
The laughter shared with those we love,
The fleeting glance, the skies so blue,
Are gifts from life, from up above.

Through trials and triumphs, tears and smiles,
The essence of our days unfurl,
Each touch of life, though brief, beguiles,
We weave our stories in this world.

So cherish every tender grace,
Each touch that adds to our design,
For in life’s gentle, warm embrace,
We find the threads that intertwine.