In the quiet of the morning light,
A gentle whisper softly calls,
It dances through the leaves in flight,
And wraps around us, softly falls.

The warmth of sun upon our skin,
A tender hug from skies above,
It speaks of dreams where we begin,
In the embrace of gentle love.

Through silent woods and open fields,
Where every step is soft and slow,
Affection blooms, a truth revealed,
In every stream and river’s flow.

Hold close the moments, fleeting, fair,
For in their arms, we find our grace,
A world of kindness, none compare,
Forever held in love’s embrace.