In the cradle of dawn, whispers softly play,
Notes dance through air, guiding the day.
A gentle hum, a lullaby’s embrace,
Carving rhythms in time and space.

Strings that sing with the heart’s own beat,
Echoes of dreams in melodies sweet.
Each chord a step in life’s grand ballet,
Feet tapping softly on destiny’s way.

Crescendos rise as the sun climbs high,
Harmonies weaving stories that never die.
The wind carries tunes on a gentle breeze,
Transforming silence into symphonic seas.

As twilight descends, the song still flows,
Illuminating paths where moonlight glows.
A chorus of stars in the night’s embrace,
Singing of worlds in endless grace.