In the morning light, it softly gleams,
Threads of gold, woven in dreams.
Brushing whispers through the air,
A gentle dance without a care.
In nights of velvet, it softly flows,
Embracing secrets that it knows.
A cascade of midnight, deep and rare,
Silent guardian of wishes fair.
With every breeze, it sways and sings,
A symphony of unseen strings.
Boundless stories in each strand lie,
A tapestry beneath the sky.
Through time it weaves, a timeless art,
Connecting souls, heart to heart.
A masterpiece of nature’s flair,
Forever cherished, beloved hair.