In the gentle whispers of morning light,
I trace the paths I’ve walked alone,
Each step a thread in the fabric of time,
Weaving tales of dreams and stone.
Through valleys deep and mountains high,
My heart has learned to dance and sigh,
Embracing shadows, chasing stars,
Finding peace where the wild things are.
In quiet moments, I hear the call,
Of distant shores and skies so wide,
A tapestry of hopes and fears,
The silent song of lifeâs great tide.
As twilight falls and stars ignite,
I stand beneath the endless sky,
Grateful for each dawn and dusk,
A life well-lived, a soul that flies.