In the cradle of ancient whispers, life begins,
A tapestry woven with threads of stars,
Echoes of a world where time softly spins,
Across the ages, beneath the scars.

From the dance of dawn to twilight’s grace,
Nature’s brush paints the skies anew,
Every breath a step in the endless chase,
Through shadows and light, each moment true.

Rivers of memory carve paths through stone,
Whispering secrets of what came before,
In the silence, we find we’re not alone,
In the heartbeat of earth, forevermore.

As history unfolds its delicate blooms,
We stand as part of this grand design,
A symphony of life in endless rooms,
In the infinite dance of space and time.