Glimmers in the Morning Light
Life’s most profound moments often come in whispers, not shouts. This poem delves into the quieter joys, the subtle beauties that paint our days with tenderness and grace. As the world spins in its vast complexity, let’s find solace in the delicate wonders that make our existence so exquisitely beautiful.
In that tender breath ‘twixt dawn and day,
The world stirs, secrets to convey.
Golden strokes kiss the morning’s cheek,
As birds their earliest songs do speak.
In this dance, a gentle tune weaves,
The subtle joys life conceives.
See the child, unsteady feet take flight,
Eyes sparkling with victorious light.
And in hands aged by time’s decree,
Stories pulse, battles and love they see.
Memories of old, in their grip tightly wound,
Echoes of joy, in their tales are found.
Daily rites, in simplicity they bloom,
Tea’s steam rising, whispered dreams in the room.
Turned pages beckon adventures anew,
Silent laughs between friends, memories they construe.
These quiet moments, not grandiose or loud,
Hold profound joys, in which we’re enshrouded.
Not in clamor, but in sighs love is told,
In the breeze’s caress, in night’s candle bold.
In heartbeats close, rhythmic and true,
The art of seeing magic, in the mundane we do.
Gratitude swells for life’s gift so fleeting,
In tender joys, our hearts keep beating.
For between life’s fierce storms and fray,
Are hushed moments, leading the way.
It’s here we find, amidst life’s vast scene,
The unmatched beauty in simply being serene.
