In the cradle of rebirth, where dreams ignite,
The Renaissance dawns with colors bright,
Where shadows of the past softly recede,
And whispers of art and wisdom proceed.

The canvases speak in tongues of old,
Stories of heroes and myths retold,
A dance of light on marbled halls,
Echoes of genius in frescoed walls.

In libraries vast, the tomes unfold,
Secrets of cosmos and tales untold,
The thinkers ponder with quill in hand,
Mapping stars and charting land.

Oh era of splendor, of thought anew,
A beacon of hope, a world to pursue,
In your embrace, we find our place,
A timeless journey through endless space.