In the quiet of the morning light,
Where shadows dance with dawn’s first sight,
I find a place of pure delight,
In simple moments, small yet bright.

A smile that warms a weary heart,
A word that mends what falls apart,
These gifts, though small, play their part,
In weaving joy into life’s art.

The gentle breeze, the rustling leaves,
The whispered thanks that one receives,
These treasures, though the world deceives,
Are golden threads in our reprieves.

So here I stand with heart aglow,
For all the love that others show,
In gratitude, I let them know,
Their kindness helps my spirit grow.