In the quiet of dawn, my name unfolds,
A melody woven in the tapestry of dreams,
Soft as the murmur of a gentle stream,
Calling forth the stories untold.

Amidst the rustling leaves, it dances,
A symphony of whispers in the breeze,
Carried by the winds through ancient trees,
Where time and memory find their chances.

In the heart of night, it softly glows,
A beacon guiding through shadowed paths,
Illuminating the roads of past,
Where only the brave heart knows.

In every breath, it lingers near,
A reminder of journeys yet to take,
A promise in every dawn we wake,
Embracing the unknown without fear.