In the quiet corners of our waking dreams,
Where shadows play with light’s tender grace,
Life weaves its tapestry in silent streams,
A dance unseen, yet felt in every space.

The whispers of the wind on early morn,
Carry tales of yesterdays untold,
In every breath a new world is born,
As time’s gentle fingers unroll.

Amidst the chaos of the rushing day,
Find moments where the heart can pause,
In stillness, hear what life has to say,
In its whispers, discover the cause.

For in the unseen threads of this gentle dance,
Lies the essence of our fleeting chance,
To love, to dream, to take a stance,
And in each moment, let our spirits enhance.