In the hush of dawn, where the light first gleams, I find gratitude in the quiet streams. A gentle touch of the morning's breath, A song of life that conquers death. Each blade of grass, a miracle small, Whispers softly, "Be thankful for it all." The earth beneath, steadfast and true, Supports my steps, my dreams pursue. The sky above, in its endless blue, Holds a canvas vast for my heart to view. The stars that guide through the darkest night, Teach me patience in their shimmering light. Gratitude dwells in the laughter shared, In love’s embrace, in hearts that cared. It’s in the trials that taught me to grow, In the rains that ceased for the flowers to show. Each moment fleeting, each breath I take, A reminder to cherish the paths I make. For life’s a gift, profound, divine, And gratitude weaves its golden line. With open hands and a heart anew, I whisper softly, "Thank you, thank you."