In the whisper of the morning’s light,
A tapestry of dreams begins to weave,
Born from shadows, given flight,
A universe in thought conceived.

Hands that shape the silent clay,
With gentle breath, the spark ignites,
Creation dances in the break of day,
As stars awaken to the night.

Rivers carve their endless song,
Through valleys deep, where echoes play,
Each moment, a note in the cosmic throng,
The symphony of life’s array.

Beneath the heavens, vast and wide,
The pulse of worlds in rhythm flows,
In every heart, the seeds abide,
The endless dance of life bestows.