In the quiet whispers of the dawn,
Life weaves its intricate design,
Threads of joy and gentle sorrow,
A tapestry of the heart’s own line.
Through the golden hues of day,
Moments dance in fleeting grace,
Dreams are born and softly fade,
In the ever-turning, silent space.
Evening shadows stretch and yawn,
Echoes of laughter in the air,
Memories etched in twilight’s glow,
Life’s tender touch, beyond compare.
As the stars light up the night,
Wisdom whispers through the breeze,
Life’s endless journey, vast and bright,
A wondrous path of mysteries.