In the quiet whispers of the morning sun,
Life unfolds its story, yet to be spun.
A canvas of dreams, painted with grace,
Each moment a brushstroke, embracing its space.

As rivers flow with endless might,
Life courses through, both day and night.
With every heartbeat, a rhythm anew,
A dance of existence, both old and true.

Through seasons of change, we find our way,
Learning from shadows that guide the day.
In laughter and tears, we weave our thread,
A tapestry of life, where dreams are fed.

So cherish each breath, for time is fleet,
In life’s grand journey, we find our seat.
Embrace the unknown, let your spirit soar,
For life is a poem, forever to explore.