Can you hear the whispering breeze, Brushing soft through ancient trees? The hush of waves upon the shore, A song that asks for nothing more.
Can you feel the morning light? As dewdrops gleam, so pure, so bright, The hum of bees in fields so wide, Drifting free, no need to hide.
The laughter of a running stream, The glow of day’s first golden beam, The rustling dance of waking leaves, A lullaby the earth still weaves.
Oh, listen close, the world is kind, Its gentle gifts so easy to find. Not wealth nor fame, but moments small, That make life rich. Yes, this is all.
So take a breath, rise soft, rise true, Let morning’s light be kind to you. For in the simple, bright, and new, The earth still sings what once it knew.