In a world painted with myriad hues,
Each soul carries a different shade,
Paths diverge and destinies choose,
A tapestry of life beautifully made.

Some dance to the rhythm of the rain,
Others find solace in the quiet night,
Voices whispering joy or pain,
Each heart holding its own light.

Mountains high or valleys deep,
Journeys carved by dreams and fears,
Stories woven in silence or speech,
Every tale worth the years.

Celebrate the mosaic of our days,
In differences, unity is found,
For every path has its own ways,
And every soul its sacred sound.