In the gentle rise of morning’s light,Voices soar like birds in flight,A symphony woven, pure and free,Singing the dreams of you and me.Through valleys lush and mountains high,The notes they dance, the spirits fly,Each melody a whispered prayer,Binding souls beyond compare.In moonlit nights where shadows play,The songs of old find their way,Resonating in the heart’s deep well,Stories and secrets they softly tell.So sing, oh heart, with fervent grace,Let your voice embrace this space,For in each note, a world unfolds,A timeless tale forever told.