In the gentle light of morning’s grace,
I find whispers of gratitude’s embrace.
Each leaf that dances in the breeze,
Tells tales of joy and silent pleas.

The sky, a canvas of endless hue,
Paints stories of dreams in shades of blue.
With every breath, a thankful sigh,
For moments that pass and never die.

The river’s song, a soothing rhyme,
Carries memories through the sands of time.
In the rustle of the ancient trees,
I hear the echoes of hearts at ease.

As stars ignite the night’s vast dome,
I find my gratitude’s eternal home.
For in each heartbeat, a world anew,
A tapestry of thanks, forever true.