In the gentle hush of morning light,
Where shadows dance and dreams take flight,
A world awakens, soft and mild,
To peace’s touch, serene and wild.

Amidst the rustle of ancient trees,
A melody hums with the whispering breeze,
Carrying tales of a time long past,
Where hearts found solace, still and vast.

Across the fields of golden hue,
Sun-kissed and bathed in morning dew,
Peace blooms like flowers in the spring,
A gentle promise of what life can bring.

As twilight drapes the world in grace,
Stars emerge, a celestial lace,
In this quiet, boundless space,
We find our place in peace’s embrace.