In the morning light, the dawn breaks free,
Whispering secrets of what will be.
A new day rises, fresh and bright,
Leading us onward, into the light.
The rhythm of life, a gentle dance,
Sometimes fate, sometimes chance.
We weave our stories, line by line,
In a tapestry, so divine.
Through the valleys, and the peaks,
Life’s wisdom, softly speaks.
In laughter, tears, in joy, in strife,
We find the essence, of our life.
As the sun sets, in hues of gold,
Our tales are written, brave and bold.
With hearts in sync, we end the rhyme,
Awaiting the next, chapter in time.