In morning’s gentle golden light,
We find the whispers of the dawn,
Life’s canvas painted with delight,
Each moment here and then it’s gone.
The breeze that dances through the trees,
A symphony of rustling leaves,
In every sigh, in every breeze,
The heart of nature softly breathes.
Beneath the stars, in endless skies,
We find our dreams take flight and soar,
In every laugh and every sigh,
We learn to cherish moments more.
So let us dance through fields of time,
With open hearts and open eyes,
For lifeâs a fleeting, precious rhyme,
A wondrous song beneath the skies.