In the gentle rustle of autumn leaves,
I find whispers of gratitude, unknown,
For the sun that rises and softly weaves,
Golden threads in the morning, brightly shone.

The silent stars that watch over the night,
Carry tales of wonder in their glow,
Each twinkle a reminder of the light,
That guides my path wherever I go.

I cherish the breeze that dances so free,
With tender caresses, it speaks of peace,
And the laughter shared, in moments of glee,
Filling the heart, making troubles cease.

Thus, I give thanks for the simple joys,
In every heartbeat, and every sigh,
For life’s melody, which never cloys,
A symphony of love that lifts me high.