In the silence of the early dawn,
A gentle whisper calls my name,
Through the shadows of the night withdrawn,
It speaks of purpose, not of fame.

Amidst the chaos of the crowded street,
I search for answers in the passing faces,
A journey where heart and mind meet,
To find my place in endless spaces.

Beneath the stars, I ponder deep,
The dreams that dance in twilight’s glow,
In every step, a secret to keep,
A path where only I can go.

In the end, it’s not the grand design,
But the simple truths we find each day,
In every smile, a purpose divine,
Guiding us softly on our way.