In the quiet hum of morningâs grace,
Where shadows linger in soft embrace,
Reality paints its gentle face,
Whispering truths we dare to chase.
Beneath the stars that softly gleam,
Awake in the river of a waking dream,
Reality flows in silent stream,
Unveiling worlds that softly teem.
With every breath, a fleeting sigh,
As moments pass and time slips by,
Reality sings its lullaby,
A tapestry woven in the sky.
Yet in the heart where hopes reside,
Amidst the paths of life we stride,
Reality stands with arms open wide,
Guiding us through the ebbing tide.