In the stillness of the morning light,
A gentle whisper calls to me,
A serene voice, soft and bright,
Guiding me towards tranquility.
Amidst the chaos and the noise,
I find a hidden, sacred space,
Where silence speaks in humble poise,
And calmness paints a tranquil grace.
Beneath the surface of my mind,
Lies a river, clear and deep,
A place where inner peace I find,
In its waters, dreams do sleep.
Through the storms and darkest nights,
I hold this peace within my chest,
A beacon of soft, glowing light,
That guides me to eternal rest.