Life’s prose unfolds in the quiet dawn,
With whispers of dreams yet to be drawn.
Each moment a verse, each breath a rhyme,
Weaving through the fabric of time.

In the laughter of children, pure and bright,
In the silent tears shed in the night,
Life’s prose dances in joy and sorrow,
Building hope for a brighter tomorrow.

The sun sets with a golden hue,
Promising a day that’s fresh and new.
In every heartbeat, in every sigh,
A story of life continues to fly.

As we walk through paths unknown,
Finding treasures in seeds we’ve sown.
Life’s prose, a never-ending tale,
With courage and love, we prevail.