Morning breaks, the garden wakes,
A sufi sips his tea.
Solitude in quietude,
Peace as vast as sea.
Sunrise stains the sky in flames,
Helper waters green.
In this still, my heart refills,
In grace, I'm ever keen.
Thank you whispers every breath,
With nature, I commune.
In this place of gentle grace,
My spirit hums in tune.
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