The hush descends, a gentle hold,
As dawn awakes, the story's told.
A crispness lingers in the air,
Inviting steps, a silent prayer.
With sleepy eyes, the world I greet,
The sun's first blush, a golden treat.
On quiet streets, my footsteps fall,
A rhythmic beat against the wall.
The dew-kissed grass, a cool embrace,
As birdsong fills this sacred space.
A symphony of nature's art,
A melody that lifts the heart.
The world unfurls, a canvas bright,
With dappled light and morning's light.
Trees stand tall, their branches sway,
A gentle breeze whispers, "Good day."
With each inhale, the senses wake,
A peaceful calm for goodness' sake.
The weight of worries seems to fade,
Replaced by hope, a promise made.
The morning walk, a sacred rite,
A time to breathe, a moment bright.
Renewed and strong, I face the day,
With grateful heart, I find my way.
About the Creator
Muhammad Safdar
I'm a writer with a passion for both storytelling and connection. I believe strong relationships are the cornerstone of a fulfilling life, and I'm here to help you build one that thrives.
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