In the quiet whispers of dawnâs embrace,Life begins its gentle, winding race.The sun dances on dew-kissed leaves,As hearts weave tales that time believes.Through the laughter and the silent tears,Moments stitched with hopes and fears.In every heartbeat, a melody sings,The fragile beauty of lifeâs fleeting wings.Then comes the dusk with its solemn gaze,Where shadows stretch in twilightâs haze.Yet love remains, an eternal light,Guiding souls through the longest night.In memories held, the essence stays,A cherished warmth in endless days.For though the body may fade from sight,The spirit soars in eternal flight.