In the hush of dawn’s gentle light,
Peace settles like morning dew,
An unseen hand that calms the night,
Guiding us to paths anew.
Through fields of golden, waving grain,
A quietude that heals and mends,
In every shadow, every rain,
A promise that the storm will end.
The whispering leaves in the evening breeze,
Sing songs of serenity’s grace,
In harmony with the swaying trees,
Natureâs lullaby in a sacred space.
Beneath the stars’ eternal gaze,
Where silence speaks in ancient tongue,
Peace weaves its tale in subtle ways,
A melody forever young.