In the gentle arc of sunrise, we find
The whispers of beginnings, softly aligned.
Each dawn a promise, a tale to be spun,
In the circle of life, where all is one.

Through midday’s blaze, we wander wide,
Seeking shadows where dreams reside.
The circle guides us, hand in hand,
On paths of wonder, across the land.

As twilight falls, the horizon glows,
With stories of old, the circle knows.
In fading light, our spirits soar,
Embracing the journey, forevermore.

Beneath the stars, the circle sings,
Of timeless tales and eternal springs.
In its embrace, we find our place,
In the endless dance of time and space.