In quiet moments, it softly speaks,

A whisper that warms, a touch on the cheek.

It’s found in the simple, the small, the unseen, In mornings that glow and nights in between.

It lives in the laughter, the tears that we share, In kindness exchanged, in how much we care.

It’s the hand that we hold, the light in our eyes, The comfort we feel beneath endless skies.

It’s the pause in the chaos, the breath that we take, The joy that we find in each little mistake.

It lives in the rain, in the chill of the air,

In moments we pause, in the love that we bear.

It’s waking to sunlight, or stars in the night, A feeling that carries us, gentle and light.

For every small wonder, for each silent grace, Gratitude shapes us, leaves time in its place.

In a world that moves quickly, it slows down our pace, And teaches us softly to cherish each space.