In the quiet moments of dawn’s first light,
When the world is still and dreams take flight,
I find the whispers of gratitude near,
A silent song that I hold dear.

The sun that rises with its golden hue,
Paints the sky in colors new,
Each ray a gift, a warm embrace,
A gentle reminder of life’s grace.

The rustling leaves in the autumn breeze,
Whisper secrets through the trees,
Each falling leaf, a tale to tell,
Of gratitude where we dwell.

In every heartbeat, in every breath,
Lies a moment to reflect,
On the blessings, great and small,
And the beauty that surrounds us all.