In the stillness of the morning light,
A gentle whisper breaks the night,
The breath of dawn begins its flight,
A calm embrace, a silent might.

With every inhale, a world reborn,
A dance of air, the soul adorned,
Whispered secrets softly sworn,
In breath, the spirit is gently warmed.

Exhales weave through dreams untold,
A tapestry of stories, bold and old,
In each release, the courage to hold,
Life’s gentle cycle, manifold.

The rhythm of existence, pure and deep,
In the breath’s embrace, our hearts shall keep,
A sacred dance, where silence speaks,
The gentle rhythm of breathing seeks.