Morning sleeping on the tableā¦ Soft light moving through the roomā¦ Someone paints a little wonder Where an empty silence bloomed. Colors growing slow and gentle, Flowers waking one by oneā¦ Ordinary moments turning Into something touched by sun. Life keeps writing quiet stories For the hearts that still believe. Maybe all the sweetest treasures Live inside the things we keep. There is moreā¦ There is moreā¦ Open windows, warm reflectionsā¦ Summer breathing through the airā¦ Someone thought that beauty fades ā But it lingers everywhere. Hands creating tiny gardensā¦ Brushes moving soft and slowā¦ Maybe all the brightest chapters Start in places no one knows. There is moreā¦ There is moreā¦
