Wikipedia:Shafi kura

The quiet breath of morning wakes the gray, And spills its amber light across the floor, A soft invitation to the newborn day, To step beyond the threshold and the door.

The coffee steams, a silent, rising ghost, While shadows stretch and slowly fade away, And in the calm, we value what matters most— The simple grace of things that choose to stay.

A rustle stirs the branches in the breeze, The distant hum of traffic starts to rise, The sunlight catches high among the trees, And paints a vast, uninterrupted skies.

So let the hours unfold as they incline, Without a rush, without a heavy care, For every fleeting moment is divine, When you have quiet time to linger there.