In the dawn of whispered dreams, they stand,
Carving paths through shadows, hand in hand.
Their forms, a tapestry of light and shade,
In every curve, a story gently laid.

Mountains rise and valleys softly descend,
A landscape of strength that none can bend.
With every step, they dance through time,
Their essence, a rhythm, a silent rhyme.

In whispered winds, their voices soar,
A symphony of courage, forevermore.
Their bodies, a canvas of life’s art,
Each scar, each mark, a vital part.

From roots of earth, to skies above,
They weave a world with endless love.
In every heart, a universe unfolds,
A testament of stories untold.