In the silent morning’s embrace,
Joy tiptoes with gentle grace,
Painting dreams with colors bright,
Chasing shadows from the night.
Yet within the heartâs deep well,
Sorrow weaves its quiet spell,
With each tear, a story spun,
Beneath the moon, beneath the sun.
Laughter echoes through the air,
A fleeting song, beyond compare,
But in the echoes, softly hides,
The tears, the fears, the changing tides.
Emotions dance, a tender waltz,
In every heart, in every pulse,
A symphony of light and shade,
In love’s embrace, forever played.