Morning Grace

In the early dawn, I rise with sleepy eyes,

To a canvas painted in the bluest skies.

What a blessing it is, this morning’s embrace,

A sight of pure beauty, a moment of grace.

The birds awaken, their chatter fills the air,

Chirping and flapping without a care.

In the fresh, cold breeze, they dance and play,

Welcoming the dawn of a brand new day.

How privileged I am to witness this scene,

The moon’s soft glow, a fleeting dream.

Just before it’s consumed by the morning sun,

A brilliant face, its journey done.

In awe, I stand, my heart filled with delight,

At nature’s wonder, this breathtaking sight.

Each morning a gift, a moment to treasure,

A reminder of life’s simple, profound pleasure.

Gratitude in Little Things

In the quiet moments of this day, I find my heart has much to say.

For friends whose words, so kind and true, bring warmth and light in all I do.

A sister friend, though not by birth, fills my heart with endless worth. 

Her care, her love, her gentle touch. In her, I find a sister’s clutch.

When mother’s hugs are far away, a friend’s embrace can save the day. 

And in the absence of a father’s cheer, a friend’s concern whispers, “I’m here.”

These million little things, so small, together, they mean more than all. 

The smiles, the hugs, the words so sweet, make every day feel so complete.

For all these gifts, my heart does sing, grateful for the joy they bring. 

Tiny reasons, hope anew, to face tomorrow, thanks to you.

Whispers of Doubt and Hope

In the shadows of doubt, I tread today, 

Life's relentless blows, a harsh display. 

Escaping dreams, yet caught in sorrow's snare,

Reality's grip, a burden to bear.

Feeding on memories, a past to mend, 

Hoping the future's course will bend. 

Pleading with nature, for miracles to unfold, 

In this weary heart, stories untold. 

Through the storm, I seek a ray, 

A glimmer of hope to light my way. 

In the diary's pages, my thoughts confide, 

A journey of strength, where fears reside.