Beneath the celestial canopy, we wander,
Guided by whispers of destiny’s tender call,
Stars above, our silent, eternal compasses,
Illuminating paths where shadows fall.
Dreams interlace with reality, softly,
Crafting a tapestry of hopes and fears,
Each thread a promise of what may come,
Woven by the hands of countless years.
Fate’s gentle hand, unseen yet present,
Shapes our journey through the unseen,
Every step, a dance with the unknown,
Embracing the future, bright and serene.
In the moonlit night, we find our solace,
In the dance of stars, our hearts align,
For destinyâs whispers, we are listening,
To the symphony of life, so divine.