In the quiet echo of dawn’s embrace,
My name whispers through the morning mist,
A gentle breeze carries its trace,
Dancing with dreams, a fleeting tryst.

Underneath the canopy of ancient trees,
Letters woven with stories untold,
My name finds solace in the rustling leaves,
A tapestry of memories, brave and bold.

Across the rivers of time it flows,
With every ripple, a new path to claim,
Through shadows and light, it softly glows,
A beacon of hope, forever the same.

Beneath the whispering stars above,
My name sings a song to the endless night,
A melody of dreams, of life, of love,
Guiding me home, in its gentle light.