In the quiet whispers of the morning light,
Life unfolds its tender, cherished scenes;
Each moment a thread in the tapestry bright,
Weaving dreams with the gentle, flowing streams.

Through the seasons’ dance, the years softly glide,
With laughter and tears, our hearts are wide;
Embracing the sun, the moon’s gentle tide,
In the vastness of time, we find where we bide.

Wisdom gathered like leaves in the autumn’s embrace,
Stories etched in the lines of our face;
Every breath a blessing, every step a trace,
In the journey of life, we find our grace.

With the horizon distant, yet never too far,
We sail on the whispers of dreams that are;
In the symphony of time, under every star,
Life’s melody echoes, where memories spar.