In the quiet dawn, life whispers softly,
A fleeting dance of dreams and desires,
Each step, a story, etched in time,
We move, we breathe, beneath the endless skies.

Through valleys deep and mountains high,
We wander, seeking, ever yearning,
The path is winding, yet the heart knows,
That every turn holds a lesson in disguise.

Seasons change, and with them, we grow,
Leaves fall, only to bloom anew,
In the tapestry of life, every thread counts,
We weave our tales in shades of joy and sorrow.

And as the sun sets, painting the horizon,
We find peace in the journey’s embrace,
For life is a dance, a song, a fleeting moment,
Cherished in the echoes of time’s gentle grace.