In the gentle embrace of dawn’s first glow,
I find whispers of gratitude, soft and low.
Each ray of sun, a golden thread,
Woven into dreams where hope is spread.

The rustling leaves sing a tender song,
Of days filled with love, where we belong.
In every breeze, a silent cheer,
A reminder that joy is always near.

The river flows with tales untold,
Carrying blessings in streams of gold.
Nature’s symphony, a soothing balm,
In its melody, I find my calm.

As twilight casts its gentle spell,
I whisper thanks for the stories we tell.
For every moment, both big and small,
In gratitude, I find my all.