In the gentle weave of morning light,
The echoes of ancient tales arise,
Binding the whispers of the night,
To dreams where human spirit flies.

Upon the canvas of the earth,
Stories of old and new entwine,
In every tear, in every mirth,
We find the threads of humankind.

The dance of shadows on the wall,
Reflects the fears we often hide,
Yet through it all, we rise and fall,
With courage as our steadfast guide.

In unity, our voices blend,
A symphony of hopes and fears,
Together, hand in hand, we mend,
The tapestry of countless years.