In the quiet corners of the day,
Where the world’s clamor fades away,
There lies a moment, in soft array,
The gift of relaxation, in gentle display.
Beneath the sky’s vast, calming blue,
Or in a room with a peaceful view,
In the heart of relaxation, life renews,
A serenade of serenity, a melody true.
The gentle rustle of a turning page,
Or the tranquil silence, wisdom’s sage,
In every relaxing moment, a personal stage,
A serenade of serenity, life’s gentle age.
The soft whisper of a calming breeze,
Or the soothing hum of honeybees,
In relaxation, worries cease,
A serenade of serenity, a soul’s release.
From the quiet morning’s tender light,
To the peaceful embrace of the night,
To relax is to let go of fight,
In the serenade of serenity, we find delight.
As the day ends, in twilight’s glow,
The seeds of relaxation we sow,
Blossom in dreams, in sleep’s flow,
Echoing the serenade of serenity, in a gentle echo.