In the rhythm of the rising sun, life begins to play, A melody of whispers, in the gentle sway. Each…
In fields where flowers bloom and sway, The bees begin their golden play. With wings that hum a gentle tune,…
In the quiet dawn, I find my mat, A sacred space where worries scatter, Through gentle poses and mindful breath,…
In the quiet dawn of morning light, Time whispers secrets to the waking day, Life unfurls with every breath in…
In the quiet whispers of the night, We share our dreams, our fears, our light. A bond unspoken, hearts intertwined,…