In the quiet dawn, blessings softly rise,
Whispers of grace in every sunrise.
In gentle winds that kiss the earth's embrace,
A symphony of blessings, in every space.

Blessings woven in the threads of time,
In every rhythm, every rhyme.
6In laughter shared and tears embraced,
In every challenge bravely faced.

Blessings flow from hearts sincere,
In moments cherished, oh so dear.
In friendships strong and love's pure light,
Guiding us through the darkest night.

Blessings, like petals, strewn along our way,
In the beauty of each passing day.
In gratitude, we find our wings to soar,
Blessings abundant, forevermore.
© Aanya Seraphina