In whispered winds our names are cast,
Echoes of dreams from futures vast.
Each syllable a story, a path untold,
In letters and sounds, identities unfold.

Through the rivers of time, our names flow,
Carving histories, as shadows grow.
In every call, a world takes form,
In every name, a heart beats warm.

Names like constellations in the sky,
Guiding our journeys, as stars pass by.
In the melody of identity, we find our place,
In the harmony of existence, we embrace.

Yet in the silence, when names fade away,
We are still the echoes of night and day.
Beyond the letters, deeper truths reside,
In the essence of our spirit, we abide.