In the quiet corners of a bustling day,
Linger moments, soft and tender,
Where unseen hands paint gratitude’s play,
In hues that time will always remember.

The sun’s warm kiss on morning’s face,
A gentle breeze through whispering trees,
Each breath a gift, a sweet embrace,
Life’s symphony, its gentle ease.

Friends who stand in shadows deep,
Their laughter like a healing balm,
In their eyes, promises we keep,
In their presence, a soothing calm.

And in the mirror’s quiet gaze,
A reflection of journeys long and bright,
Thankfulness blooms in subtle ways,
Illuminated by love’s pure light.