In the quiet hush of morning light,
A whisper of luck begins to take flight.
With every step and every chance,
We find ourselves in fortune’s dance.

The winds may shift, the tides may turn,
Yet in our hearts, a fire will burn.
For luck is not just happenstance,
But a symphony of life’s romance.

In shadows deep where fears reside,
Luck finds a way to turn the tide.
It lifts us up when we are down,
And places upon us a golden crown.

So let us embrace the unseen hand,
That guides us through this wondrous land.
For in each moment, big or small,
Luck weaves its magic, touching all.