Life is a canvas, brushed with dreams,
Each stroke a tale, in silent streams.
Through valleys deep and mountains high,
We chase the sun, beneath the sky.
In the quiet, whispers of hope,
Threads of fate, in which we cope.
With every dawn, a brand new start,
A chance to mend a weary heart.
Moments fleeting, like sands of time,
Echoes of laughter, in rhythm and rhyme.
Each chapter penned, in life’s grand book,
With every turn, a closer look.
Embrace the journey, with open arms,
For in its path, lie hidden charms.
Though trails may twist and roads may bend,
Lifeâs whispered truths, our hearts will mend.