In the quiet whispers of the night,
The body sings its silent song,
A melody of strength and grace,
A dance that carries us along.

Each heartbeat is a drumbeat,
Pulsing through the veins of life,
Muscles move in perfect harmony,
In the dance of joy and strife.

The skin, a canvas of our journey,
Etched with lines of time and care,
Tells the stories of our battles,
Of the love and pain we bear.

The eyes, windows to the soul,
Reflect the light of dreams untold,
A body, a temple, strong and whole,
A masterpiece to behold.