In the gentle whisper of the morning’s light,
We find the echoes of dreams softly alight,
Each breath a promise, each step a song,
In this vast tapestry to which we belong.

The rivers of time flow with silent grace,
Carrying stories in their gentle embrace,
Moments fleeting like leaves in the breeze,
Yet each one a memory that never ceases.

In the cradle of dusk, under stars that gleam,
We wander through the pathways of our dreams,
With hope as our compass, guiding the way,
Through the night into the break of day.

So let us live with hearts open wide,
Embracing every ebb, every tide,
For life is a dance, a journey divine,
In which every second is a gift to find.