In the quiet of the night, a whisper softly calls,
Through the shadows of the past, where ancient memories fall.
A phoenix rises from the ashes, spreading wings anew,
Embracing dawn’s first light, with a heart so pure and true.
Beneath the canopy of stars, where dreams begin to weave,
The soul finds strength in renewal, and learns to once believe.
Each tear that falls a river, washing pain away,
In the cradle of tomorrow, hope begins to sway.
The earth beneath us trembles, as life begins to grow,
A garden of eternal blooms, where love’s sweet breezes blow.
Within the cycle of the seasons, rebirth finds its place,
A dance of endless wonder, in the vast cosmic space.
From the depths of sorrow’s well, a light begins to shine,
Guiding lost and weary souls, towards a fate divine.
With every breath, a promise, of life’s unending grace,
Rebirth of the spirit, in this sacred, timeless place.