In the gentle dance of morning light, we findEchoes of laughter in the rustling leaves,Moments stitched with threads of time,A tapestry of life that never grieves.Through golden fields and shadowed lanes,Each step a story, each pause a song,We tread the paths of joy and pain,In a world where we all belong.The whispers of the wind carry tales,Of dreams pursued and love embraced,In the quiet corners of our minds,Lie treasures of a life well traced.As the sun sets on the horizon wide,We hold the warmth of days gone by,In every heart a legacy thrives,Of a life well lived beneath the sky.