In the quiet cadence of morning's light,
Routine unfolds in whispers soft yet clear,
A dance of dawn, a symphony in sight,
Each step a ritual, devoid of fear.
The kettle hums its tune, a rhythmic beat,
Awakening the kitchen's sleepy haze,
As toast and jam harmoniously meet,
A timeless ode to mornings and their ways.
In each familiar task, a gentle grace,
From brushing teeth to tying laces tight,
A daily poem, woven in each space,
Embracing life with tender morning light.
For in these rituals, a beauty dwells,
An ode to life, its rhythms, tales to tell,
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That routine is brilliant. Liked it!!!