In the morning light, a symphony so bright,
Colors dance with a vibrant might.
Laughter echoes through the halls of time,
In this fleeting moment, all feels sublime.

Yet as the sun dips below the hills,
A shadow creeps, the world stands still.
The whispers grow, a haunting song,
Where once was right, now feels wrong.

A pendulum swings, from joy to despair,
Caught in a cycle, gasping for air.
The heart divides, in a storm of emotion,
Seeking solace, a gentle devotion.

Through this tempest, there’s a guiding light,
A hope that glimmers in the endless night.
Embracing both the dark and the bright,
Finding strength in the dance of life.