A Perfect Day Poem by Bethany Taite

In gentle light, the morning breaks,
Soft whispers dance on still lake wakes,
A cozy nook with a book, I find,
Where thoughts can wander, unconfined.

The rustle of leaves sings a lullaby,
As shadows play and time drifts by,
A steaming cup in hand, warm and slow,
As nature's calm begins to flow.

With each page turned, the world recedes,
In solitude, my spirit feeds,
The sun dips low, the sky ablaze,
The perfect end to a quiet day's phase