In the morning’s gentle embrace,
Life unfolds like a tender rhyme,
With each step we softly trace,
The rhythm of our borrowed time.
The sun kisses the waking earth,
Painting skies in hues so bright,
Each moment a verse of mirth,
In the quiet dance of light.
As twilight drapes the day in gold,
Shadows stretch in whispered song,
Stories of the bold and old,
In the night where dreams belong.
Through the echoes of the hours,
We find the rhymes that guide our way,
Life’s melody with unseen powers,
A symphony we live each day.