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The sun peeks through the whispering trees.
Soft light dancing on fields of gold
The breeze hum low like a lullaby
As morning 's story gently unfolds.
Birdsong weaves through skies so wide
Petals open without a sound.
In this quiet, simple moment,
Peace and grace are softly found.
Sometimes you just need to pause and look around.
Not at the money, not at the car, not at the things you 're still chasing; but at what's already here.
You can see
You can walk
You can sleep in peace
You can eat what you like
You can breathe without help.
These things seem small untill you meet someone who's lost one of them.
So take a breathe
You're already holding more blessings thsn you realise.
I like Low- key souls
The ones who don't live to impress,
Who don't chase attention
Who find joy in the quiet moments
And value the little things
Simple, grounded and gentle hearts
Those are my kind of people.
When a question about a
Certain topic pops up, google it
Watch movies and
Documentaries.
When something sparks your interest
Read about it
Read, read, read.
Study, learn, stimulate your brain
Don't just rely on
The school system,
Educate that beautiful mind of yours.
Take Time to think
It is the source of power.
Take time to play
It is the secret of perpetual youth.
Take time to read
It is the fountain of wisdom
Take time to pray
It is the greatest power on earth
Take time to Love and Be Loved
It is a God Given privilege.
Take time to Be friendly
It is the road to happiness.
Take time to Laugh
It is the music of the soul.
Take time to give
It is too short a day to be selfish.
Take time to work
It is the price of success
Take time to do charity
It is the key to heaven.
A rhyme from India
Through the jungle the elephant goes
Swaying his trunk to and fro
Munching, crunching, tearing trees,
Stamping seeds, eating leaves.
His eyes are small, his feet are fat
Hey, elephant, don't behave like that.
The sun peeks through the whispering trees. Soft light dancing on fields of gold The breeze hum low like a lullaby As morning 's st...
