In the quiet dawn of morning’s light,
Life breathes softly, a tender touch,
Each leaf a story, each shadow bright,
In silence, it tells us much.
The gentle stream whispers secrets old,
Caressing stones with soft embrace,
In every ripple, a tale retold,
Of journeys past, in nature’s grace.
Life’s touch is felt in the wind’s embrace,
A gentle nudge, a guiding hand,
Through time and space, in every place,
It weaves its magic, vast and grand.
In the heartbeats of a fleeting day,
Life softly sings its endless song,
A melody that leads the way,
To where our souls truly belong.