In the quiet hush of dawn's first light, I take my time, let the world feel right. The rush of day may call my name, But I find peace in the slow, untamed. A gentle breath, the warmth of tea, The simple joys of being free. I walk with purpose, soft and slow, Letting moments in silence grow. The trees they whisper, leaves they sway, In nature's rhythm, I drift away. No hurry, no stress, just time to be, Lost in the stillness, feeling the sea. Each step is mindful, each task divine, In the slow of life, I begin to find That less is more, that peace is near, When I shed the rush, and live with care. The days stretch out like threads of gold, And in their quiet, stories are told. No need to chase, no need to race, For in the slow, I find my grace. So here's to living at nature's pace, Where time bends softly, with no trace Of haste or worry, just love and light, In the slow, we learn what’s truly right.