In the quiet whispers of dawn, life unfolds,
like pages of a book not yet written,
each moment a silent prose waiting,
for the ink of our choices to give it voice.
The sun rises, painting the sky with dreams,
casting shadows that dance with hope,
each step a rhythm of heartbeats,
echoing in the corridors of time.
Paths diverge, like rivers seeking the sea,
carving their stories into the earth,
while the wind carries tales untold,
weaving them into the fabric of being.
In the twilight of existence, we pause,
to listen to the symphony of stars,
as lifeâs prose gently fades,
into the eternal poetry of the universe.