In the tranquil dawn of morning light,
Rilke walks with thoughts so bright,
Whispers of the past, shadows of the night,
He weaves his words in endless flight.

Through the years of joy and strife,
He captures moments, breaths of life,
A poet’s heart, so free yet bound,
In every verse, his soul is found.

Mountains high and valleys low,
Rilke’s spirit continues to grow,
In solitude, he finds his way,
Eternal truths in words convey.

Gentle echoes of his pen,
Touch the hearts of mortal men,
In his journey, we see our own,
In Rilke’s life, we’re not alone.