Renleigh, pronounced ren-LEE (/rɛn ˈli/), unfolds like a moonlit haiku whispered across an English meadow, an artful fusion of the Japanese Ren—lotus, love—and the Old English Leigh—clearing, field. Its syllables drift with the grace of cherry blossoms settling on wind-brushed grass, conjuring a tranquil oasis where East meets West in elegant equilibrium. Though its ascent through the U.S. Social Security charts—from a hushed #957 in 2014 to a confident #888 in 2024—might suggest a modest trend, in truth it carries the weightless charm of something timeless yet entirely novel, as if drawn by parents who ponder Zen gardens with the same reverence they reserve for rolling hills. A name both rare and resonant, Renleigh offers a serene promise: a life as artfully balanced as calligraphy ink flowing on rice paper.