On Sunday morning, the world seems new, With skies so clear and a gentle hue. The sun ascends, a golden…
In the heart of the forest, where the sunlight weaves, Through the canopy of leaves, the spirit breathes, A symphony…
In the heart of the ancient forest, whispers softly flow, A melody of secrets, only the wise trees know. The…
In the whispers of the morning breeze, I find, A melody of joy, so pure and kind. Each sunrise paints…
In the morning light so tender, I rise with a heart full of grace, Counting blessings, one by one, in…