In the dance of morning light, we find,
A gentle warmth that fills the soul,
With whispers of joy, soft and kind,
Where happiness makes us whole.
Through fields of gold and skies so blue,
The laughter of children, a sweet song,
Each moment shared, a treasure true,
In simple things, we belong.
The rustle of leaves, a tender breeze,
Brings tales of peace to the weary heart,
In nature’s arms, worries cease,
A place where sorrows depart.
As twilight falls, with stars above,
The heart finds rest in the night,
Wrapped in dreams, woven with love,
In life’s embrace, pure delight.