In the quiet moments of dawn,
Where shadows dance with light,
People weave their silent stories,
In the tapestry of night.
Each soul, a world unto itself,
Carrying dreams and fears,
Walking paths both known and strange,
Through the river of the years.
Hands that build and hearts that break,
Eyes that see beyond the veil,
People are the whispers of life,
In a never-ending tale.
Together yet apart we stand,
In this grand mosaic of time,
Every face a piece of the puzzle,
In humanityâs eternal rhyme.