Beneath the ever-turning sky,
In rhythms of the heart’s devotion,
We find our steps, both bold and shy,
In the endless dance of motion.

Each dawn a breath, each dusk a sigh,
A cycle spun in vast emotion,
We chase the stars, we learn to fly,
In the silent waves of ocean.

Through valleys deep and mountains high,
In shadows cast by purest notion,
We seek the truth, we question why,
In the ceaseless quest for motion.

With every step and every try,
In harmony with time’s own potion,
We live, we love, we laugh, we cry,
In the dance of life’s great motion.