In the whispering breeze, the names do glide,
Each one a melody, a tale untied.
Through the forest’s eaves and the ocean’s crest,
They find their rhythm, they seek their quest.

From ancient stones to the stars above,
Names echo softly, whispering love.
Carved in history, yet dancing free,
They shape our world with their mystery.

Some names are bold, like a lion’s roar,
While others are gentle, like waves on the shore.
Each syllable, a brushstroke in time,
Painting our lives in a rhythm sublime.

So when the night wraps the world in dreams,
Listen closely to the name that beams.
For in that sound, pure and unconfined,
Lies the essence of the human mind.