In the morning’s gentle grace we rise,
As sunlight paints the skies with gold,
Each moment whispers, never lies,
Stories of life, both young and old.
Through bustling streets and quiet lanes,
We find the rhythm in our stride,
In laughter shared and silent pains,
In every tear and smile wide.
The moonlight casts its silver glow,
On dreams that dance in nightâs embrace,
In cycles endless, high and low,
We find our place, our time, our space.
And as the stars watch from above,
Our lives unfold in rhymes unseen,
A symphony of joy and love,
In every breath, in every scene.