A morning unfolds with a familiar tune
The hum of the earth beneath the moon
In every repeat theres a sacred boon
A quiet strength a gentle cocoon
The rhythm of life a heartbeat slow
Through seasons that come through rivers that flow
Each repetition a seed we sow
Patience grows what we long to know
The flash of brilliance fades too soon
But steady effort outshines the noon
In the mundane lies a priceless rune
The power of routine is lifes true bloom
So trust the cycle let it spin
The journey begins where weve always been
A quiet faith resides within
Routines embrace is where we win