In the morning light, a spoon reflects,
A simple tool, yet so complex,
It holds the warmth of morning brew,
A silent witness to dreams anew.
The humble chair, steadfast and still,
Embraces us with a steady will,
It listens to the stories told,
And secrets kept in its wooden hold.
The clock upon the mantel stands,
With ticking whispers, time commands,
Each second marked, each moment shared,
A constant friend, forever paired.
The lamp that casts a gentle glow,
Illuminates the nightâs soft flow,
It chases shadows, bright and clear,
A guardian when the dark is near.