Morning sleeping on the table…
Soft light moving through the room…
Someone paints a little wonder
Where an empty silence bloomed.

Colors growing slow and gentle,
Flowers waking one by one…
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 more…
There is more…

Open windows, warm reflections…
Summer breathing through the air…
Someone thought that beauty fades —

But it lingers everywhere.

Hands creating tiny gardens…
Brushes moving soft and slow…
Maybe all the brightest chapters
Start in places no one knows.

There is more…
There is more…