The hands that grasp and hold so tight,
They craft, they build, they guide the night.
Fingers dance, creating art,
A tender touch, a beating heart.
Eyes like windows to the soul,
They see the world, they make us whole.
Gazing deep, reflecting light,
They capture moments, day and night.
Feet that wander, feet that roam,
They take us far, they bring us home.
Each step a journey, each step a tale,
In every stride, we never fail.
The heart that beats a steady drum,
It sings a song thatâs never done.
Through joy and sorrow, love and strife,
It is the rhythm of our life.