The world moves slow, like a drifting tide, Carrying whispers that I keep inside. Each breath I take feels calm and new, A gentle breeze pulling me through. The sun peeks out from behind the gray, Painting gold lines on my shadowed day. I’ve got time to grow, no need to race, Finding beauty in every little space.


Warm hearts rise like the morning light, Filling the cracks with colors bright. Every step I take feels soft and true, The world’s a canvas, and I’m painting it blue.


Raindrops fall, but they feed the ground, Creating songs in the softest sound. The road may bend, but it’s guiding me, Through forests deep to a calming sea. Life’s a book with pages yet to turn, Each line a lesson, something to learn. I’ll hold the pen, write my own tune, Dancing slow under the silver moon.


Warm hearts rise like the morning light, Filling the cracks with colors bright. Every step I take feels soft and true, The world’s a canvas, and I’m painting it blue.


It’s the little things that hold me close, The scent of rain, the bloom of a rose. The laughter shared, the hands I hold, A treasure of memories worth more than gold. Every tear turns into a stream, Flowing gently, building my dream. The echoes fade, but the love remains, A melody soft in life’s refrains.


Warm hearts rise like the morning light, Filling the cracks with colors bright. Every step I take feels soft and true, The world’s a canvas, and I’m painting it blue.


So here I stand, in the softest glow, The winds of life teaching me to grow. With every beat, my heart takes flight, Grateful for this gentle moon.