Mine

In the quiet of the dawn’s first light,

Where dreams are soft and hopes take flight,

I claim the world with tender hands,

In spaces where my heart expands.

The moments fleeting, whispers fine,

Are woven into threads of mine,

In each small joy and silent grace,

I find my place, my sacred space.

I carve my mark upon the land,

In every choice, in every sign,

The essence of this life is mine.

Though time may pass and shadows grow,

In memories and in the glow,

Of all I cherish, all I find,

I hold the treasure of what's mine.