In the quiet corners of a sleepy afternoon,
Where time seems to stretch and yawn,
Laziness whispers soft lullabies,
Inviting us to pause, to be reborn.

Beneath the warm embrace of a gentle sun,
We find refuge from the world’s ceaseless race,
In the gentle sway of time unmeasured,
We savor moments of unhurried grace.

The world spins on, in its frantic rush,
Yet here, we linger in sweet repose,
Wrapped in the tender folds of laziness,
We find a peace that only the dreamer knows.

So let us cherish these hushed, idle hours,
Where thoughts drift like clouds on a summer’s breeze,
In the serene embrace of laziness,
We discover life’s simplest, quietest ease.