In the rhythm of the morning light,
Life dances with a gentle might.
Whispers of the trees align,
With heartbeats that in synch combine.

Every step a melody sung,
Through trials where the heart is stung.
Yet in the pain, a tune does rise,
A symphony beneath the skies.

Moments fleeting, like a breeze,
Time’s sweet lullabies that tease.
With every breath, a verse is born,
In the quiet of the dawn.

Through the shadows and the light,
Life’s poetry in day and night.
A rhyming journey, ever sweet,
In every heartbeat’s rhythmic beat.