In the cradle of dawn, where whispers began,
The silent echoes of ages past,
Through the tapestry of life, we weave,
Stories untold, in shadows cast.
From stardust dreams to earthly forms,
The breath of life in countless shapes,
Each moment a thread in the endless loom,
Of history’s vast, unfolding tapes.
In the rivers of time, we find our place,
A fleeting dance in the cosmic play,
With lessons learned and paths retraced,
We carve our mark in the light of day.
So let us wander, with hearts unbound,
Embrace the echoes, the ancient call,
For in the story of life, profound,
We find our purpose, our rise, our fall.