In the quiet hum of life’s gentle dance,
The body whispers its ancient lore,
In every muscle, in every stance,
A story unfolds like waves on the shore.

The skin, a tapestry of sunlit dreams,
Holds secrets of time in its tender folds,
Where every scar and wrinkle redeems,
A history of battles silently told.

Bones, the pillars of our earthly temple,
Bear the weight of the world with grace,
In their strength, a truth so simple,
Our fragility is not our disgrace.

In the heart’s rhythm, a song of fire,
Pulsing life through veins of mystery,
The body, a vessel of unyielding desire,
Sings the silent symphony of history.