In the gentle sway of time’s embrace,
Where the hours drift without a trace,
A lazy sun spills golden light,
On dreams that wander out of sight.

Beneath the trees, where shadows play,
The world feels distant, far away,
Each breath a lullaby, soft and slow,
In the whispering winds that gently blow.

The heart finds solace in the still,
As moments stretch and quietly fill,
A canvas painted with languid hues,
Of endless skies and timeless views.

Here lies the beauty of the pause,
In fleeting seconds without cause,
For in the laziness of the day,
We find the peace that guides the way.