In the quiet moments of dawn’s first light,
Luck wanders softly, unseen and bright.
A fleeting shadow in the morning haze,
Guiding footsteps through life’s tangled maze.

When the winds of change begin to stir,
Luck whispers secrets that hearts prefer.
An unseen force in the dance of hours,
Turning seeds of hope into blooming flowers.

In the tapestry of dreams, it weaves a thread,
A touch of magic where fears once tread.
With gentle hands, it reshapes what seems,
Turning fragile wishes into radiant beams.

Yet in its mystery, we find our way,
Through paths uncharted, by night or day.
For luck is the promise of a brighter dawn,
A silent companion until fears are gone.