In the quiet dawn, a gentle sigh,
As golden rays begin to rise,
I whisper thanks to the morning light,
For another day, another chance to fly.
The dewdrops glisten on the leaves,
A sparkling dance, a silent grace,
I breathe in deep, my heart relieves,
Gratitude fills this sacred space.
The birds begin their morning song,
A melody of pure delight,
I join their chorus, all day long,
Thankful for their endless flight.
As time unfolds, and shadows play,
I hold each moment, pure and true,
Grateful for this blessed day,
And all the love that carries through.