In the cradle of dawn’s gentle embrace,
Whispers of ages dance in the breeze,
Echoing tales of paths once traced,
Through shadows of ancient trees.
Rivers of time carve valleys deep,
Sculpting dreams from stone and light,
In their flow, secrets softly seep,
Weaving stories of day and night.
Stars that guide the wanderer’s way,
Hold memories of forgotten skies,
In their glow, the past and future lay,
Illuminating life’s endless ties.
As the sun sets on history’s flight,
New chapters bloom in twilight’s hue,
Each word written with dawn’s first light,
A testament to life ever anew.