In the whispers of the night, my name is called,
Through the winds and the trees, it softly falls.
Each syllable a note in nature’s song,
An echo that has traveled far and long.

It dances on the rivers, glistening and bright,
Reflecting the stars, a beacon of light.
Carried by the breeze, it finds its way,
Through valleys and peaks, come what may.

My name, a tapestry of tales untold,
Woven with threads of courage and gold.
A symbol of who I am, both near and far,
A guiding star in life’s endless bazaar.

As dawn breaks and the world awakens anew,
My name lingers, in the morning dew.
A testament to journeys yet to unfold,
With every day, a new story told.