In the cradle of dreams where whispers reside,The gentle pulse of life begins to glide.A melody of stars in the silent night,A symphony born from the softest light.Awake in the warmth of a mother’s embrace,An echo of hope in the innocent face.The world unfolds in colors anew,A canvas of life brushed in delicate hues.The tender touch of time, so kind,Guides each breath with a rhythm designed.In the dance of dawn and dusk, life weaves,A story of beginnings, in the heart it cleaves.Embrace the journey with open arms,For every step holds hidden charms.In the cradle of dreams where life takes flight,A new dawn rises, painting the night.