In the quiet embrace of morning light,
Where shadows dance and dreams take flight,
I find a space where gratitude grows,
In every sunrise, a promise it shows.

The gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze,
A symphony of whispers through the trees,
Each moment a gift, simple and pure,
A reminder of blessings, enduring and sure.

The laughter shared, the tears we mend,
In these connections, our hearts extend,
Gratitude blooms in the stories we share,
In every touch, in every care.

As stars weave tales in the endless sky,
I count my blessings as moments pass by,
With a heart full of thanks, I tread the way,
In gratitude’s light, I find my stay.