[Verse 1] Morning light finds my window. Kettle sings. Coffee pours. The world can wait a little while. I’ve got this quiet morning. [Chorus] Maybe this is what rich means. Not money. Not more. Just time to taste my coffee. Time to notice the light across the floor. [Verse 2] A book beside me. Birdsong outside. A slow breath. A second sip. Funny how a simple moment can feel like enough. [Bridge] There’s still so much I haven’t found. Places to go. People to love. Dreams still waiting. And somehow that makes this morning even sweeter. [Final Chorus] Maybe a rich life is built one quiet morning at a time. One warm cup. One deep breath. One grateful heart. One ordinary day.
