In the quiet morning’s gentle rise,
Whispers of a forgotten tune,
Dance among the waking skies,
A melody that fades too soon.

Strings of dreams in silent hush,
Weave through time’s eternal flow,
In every chord, a gentle rush,
Where heartbeats find their rhythmic glow.

Beneath the stars, a song unfolds,
In shadows deep and nights so still,
A harmony that warmly holds,
Our wandering souls with tender will.

As morning breaks, the notes resound,
A symphony of life anew,
In music’s arms, we all are found,
Our spirits rise, our hopes renew.