In the quiet dawn, the world awakens,
A symphony of motion, life reclaims,
Each step a whisper, each breath a promise,
The dance of time, in endless frames.

Rivers run with ceaseless grace,
Mountains rise with solemn face,
The wind, a wanderer, seeks no place,
In nature’s ballet, there’s no haste.

Hearts beat in a rhythm divine,
Souls entwined in motion’s line,
Love moves in patterns undefined,
A cosmic dance, both yours and mine.

Through night and day, the journey flows,
In every movement, life bestows,
A dance of fate, as time bestows,
The beauty of motion, ever grows.