In the cradle of dawn, a name softly calls,
Echoing through the mists of morning light,
A gentle whisper as the sunlight falls,
Crafting dreams within the silent night.

Through the forest of memory, it roams,
A melody where the heart finds its song,
In every leaf and stone, it finds its homes,
A timeless tale where it truly belongs.

The rivers of fate carry it afar,
In the dance of stars, it finds its grace,
A beacon of hope like a guiding star,
In the vast universe, it finds its place.

And when the moon rises to kiss the sea,
The name lingers, a sweet eternal rhyme,
In every shadow where the soul feels free,
A name that whispers through the winds of time.