In the hush of morning light, when shadows cling to whispered dreams, a quiet breath, a stilling sigh, the world unfolds in silent seams. Leaves converse in muted tones, a secret held in every breeze, as dawn's soft fingers trace the sky, and silence sets the heart at ease. Echoes of a distant past linger in the voiceless air, a moment wrapped in tender peace, where quiet lives beyond compare. In the silent space between, where thoughts can wander, free to roam, I find a solace, calm and clear, a sanctuary, a quiet home.