In the 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 between.

It lives in the laughter, the tears that we share,

In kindness exchanged, in how we care.

It’s the hand that we hold, the light in our eyes,

The comfort we feel beneath endless skies.

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.

Gino Pezzani