In the morning light, soft and clear, Happiness whispers, drawing near. Through the rustling leaves it sings, In simple joys,…
In the quiet corners of our lives, Where the mundane meets the extraordinary, Billy Collins finds his muse, Whispering secrets…
Happiness blooms in the smallest things, A gentle breeze, a bird that sings. The warmth of the sun on a…
In the quiet hum of morning’s light, When dawn breaks free from the night’s embrace, We find the simple joys…