In the quiet of the morning light,
Where shadows dance in soft retreat,
A gentle calm begins to write,
Stories untold, in silence sweet.

The world slows down, its breath refined,
In the gentle pause of time’s embrace,
A moment’s peace, the soul aligned,
In stillness, we find our sacred space.

The whispering winds, a lullaby,
Cradle dreams in their tender hold,
A tranquil sky, the heart’s ally,
In stillness, the spirit grows bold.

As twilight falls, the stars ignite,
A tapestry of silent grace,
In the stillness of the night,
We find our place, our timeless trace.