In the gentle arms of morning light,We trace the paths of dreams untold,Each step a dance of fleeting time,A canvas painted with hues of old.The rivers flow with stories past,Whispering secrets to the breeze,In every leaf, a memory cast,In every shadow, a moment seized.Through valleys deep and mountains high,We find the strength to rise and fall,With every tear, we learn to fly,With every scar, we learn to call.As twilight wraps the world in grace,We hold the stars within our sight,In lifeâs embrace, we find our place,A journey woven through day and night.