In the quiet whisper of the dawn,
Circles spin in gentle grace,
A dance of life in endless motion,
Boundless as the open space.
From the cradle of creation,
To the twilight’s gentle glow,
Circles weave their ancient stories,
In the patterns we all know.
Seasons turn in silent promise,
Life’s great cycle to renew,
Each ending brings a new beginning,
In the circle, dreams come true.
Hearts entwined in love’s great circle,
Bound by ties that never fade,
In this dance of life’s great journey,
Circles hold the paths we’ve made.