As dawn breaks, with whispers of ancient light,
We trace the steps of those who came before,
Each footprint a story, each shadow in flight,
Carving paths through history’s endless lore.
Through valleys of sorrow and peaks of delight,
We dance to the rhythm of the ages’ song,
Embracing the night, rejoicing in the sight,
Of lifeâs fleeting moments, both weak and strong.
With echoes of laughter and tears intertwined,
We walk hand in hand with memories dear,
Each heartbeat a testament, each breath a sign,
Of the life we’ve lived, with love and fear.
As twilight descends, with stars in their might,
We look to the sky, with hope in our eyes,
For the history of life is a beautiful sight,
A tale of existence that never dies.