In the quiet of the morning light,
Where whispering winds meet dawnâs embrace,
The world feels pure, devoid of plight,
A tranquil heart finds its own pace.
No rush of time, no clamor loud,
Just birdsong sweet and rustling leaves,
Beneath the skyâs unending shroud,
The soul, unfettered, gently breathes.
A humble home, a modest fare,
With loved ones near, life feels complete,
Simple joys and moments spare,
Make every day a tender feat.
In simplicity, lifeâs truth is found,
Not in the grand, but in the small,
Where peace and love do both abound,
The simple life, it has it all.