In the stillness of a quiet morn,

Where light through leaves is softly worn,

A gentle breeze, a sigh of peace,

The world in tranquil calm released.

The river hums a tender tune,

Beneath the glow of a rising moon,

Each breath a pause, each moment pure,

In tranquil time, the soul finds cure.

No rush, no noise, just whispered air,

A touch of grace beyond compare,

In tranquil depths, the heart can see,

The simple gift of just to be.