In the stillness of a quiet morn,
Where time and tasks are gently shorn,
Laziness whispers sweet and mild,
A lullaby to the weary child.

The world outside may rush and race,
But here we find a slower pace,
In cozy nooks and shaded trees,
We breathe the gift of idle ease.

No pressures here, no urgent calls,
Just drifting dreams within these walls,
A sanctuary of the mind,
Where peace and rest are intertwined.

So let us cherish moments rare,
When laziness is ours to share,
For in this calm, we truly find,
The quiet joy of a rested mind.