In the gentle curve of timeâs embrace,
Whispers of moments softly trace,
An endless dance where stars align,
Dreams woven in the circleâs design.
The moonlight bathes the earth below,
In silver hues, its softest glow,
A cycle of shadows, night to day,
In circles, life finds its own way.
Hearts beat in rhythmic unity,
A circle of love, wild and free,
Unbroken by the winds of change,
In circles, destinies rearrange.
As seasons turn and rivers flow,
In circles, secrets come and go,
The echoes of the past remain,
A circle of life, joy, and pain.