In the quiet dawn, life whispers in gentle prose,
Stories unfold, like petals on a rose.
Each moment a verse, each breath a line,
The tapestry of existence, woven so fine.
Beneath the azure sky, dreams take flight,
Guided by hopes, in the soft morning light.
Challenges rise, shadows cast their might,
Yet through it all, we find our inner light.
Timeâs river flows, unyielding and grand,
Carrying with it, the footprints in the sand.
Memories linger, like a forgotten band,
Playing the tunes of lifeâs gentle hand.
As twilight descends, with stars in array,
We ponder the journey, the joys of the day.
In the prose of life, we find our way,
Embracing each moment, come what may.