In the cradle of a quiet morn,
Where time stretches its gentle wings,
I find solace in the soft embrace,
Of days unburdened by hurried things.

The world outside moves in chaos,
Yet here I rest in tranquil ease,
A sanctuary of whispered thoughts,
Where every breath is a gentle breeze.

Wrapped in the arms of idle dreams,
I watch the clouds drift slowly by,
A tapestry of wandering minds,
Beneath the vast and endless sky.

So let the moments linger long,
In this sweet languor, I find peace,
For in the stillness of today,
The heart discovers its quiet release.