In the cradle of dawn, we rise anew,
Chasing the whispers of time’s gentle flow.
Each step a tapestry, woven with care,
Threads of laughter, of sorrow, laid bare.

Under the sun’s watchful, golden gaze,
We dance to the rhythm of life’s sweet praise.
Moments fleeting, yet forever they stay,
Echoes of love that never fade away.

Through valleys of shadows, mountains of light,
We journey with hope, hearts burning bright.
The path may wander, twist, and bend,
Yet in every turn, a lesson, a friend.

As twilight descends, painting skies in hue,
We hold the memories, both old and new.
In the silence, a whisper, a gentle call,
A reminder that life is the greatest gift of all.