In fields where daisies softly sway,
Under a sky of twilight gray,
I chose a life both calm and bright,
Embraced the day, welcomed the night.

Where sunsets paint the evening sky,
And whispering winds in grass fields lie,
Time drifts like clouds in gentle grace,
In every moment, beauty’s face.

No rush, no race, just steady breath,
In nature’s arms, I find my rest,
A slow life chosen, full and free,
Where every dawn brings peace to me.

In quiet meadows, thoughts take flight,
Beneath the stars, in soft moonlight,
Content with less, I find my way,
In this slow life, I’ll gently stay.