In the golden hues of morning light, I find,
Gratitude whispers softly, in the quiet of my mind.
For the breaths I take, the paths I tread,
For the love that surrounds, and words unsaid.

The gentle rustle of leaves, in the morning breeze,
Reminds me of blessings that come with ease.
In each dawn, a chance to start anew,
With gratitude painted in every hue.

The warmth of a smile, the kindness of a friend,
These simple joys, on which I depend.
In moments of silence, in moments of cheer,
Gratitude grows, ever sincere.

So, in the tapestry of life, I weave,
Threads of thanks, for all I receive.
For every moment, both big and small,
With heartfelt gratitude, I cherish them all.