In the silence of the morning’s birth,
A gentle whisper calls us forth.
Between the cradle and the grave,
Awaits the dash, bold and brave.

A fleeting moment in the hands of time,
Where dreams are chased, and mountains climb.
Each heartbeat marks the sacred dance,
In the dash, we take our chance.

Through laughter’s joy and teardrop’s fall,
We paint our life upon the wall.
With every step, a story told,
In the dash, our lives unfold.

So cherish each breath and every sigh,
For in the dash, we live and die.
Between the lines of birth and death,
The dash holds all our hopes and breath.