Arise, O souls of quiet contemplation,
Your spirits as vast as the endless prairie!
Each dawn, a canvas of possibility unfurls,
Painting the sky with hues of gentle purpose.
A soft hum echoes with the song of silence,
A symphony of inner strength, note by note.
The play of light and shadow reaches skyward,
A reflection of the peace within your heart.
From the depths of slumber, you emerge,
A quiet unfolding, ready to illuminate the world.
Embrace the morning's crisp, invigorating air,
And let your spirit find its own path.
This day stands before you, A quiet path to walk,
a gentle current to navigate.
But remember, dear souls, you are the keepers,
The quiet guides of your own journey.
So stride forth with quiet courage, with peace, with grace,
For in your hands, you hold the key to a softer reality.
Let this day be a testament to your gentle resolve,
A celebration of the boundless human heart.