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