In the whisper of a name, the world awakens,
A melody of echoes, tender and bright,
Carved in the silence of shadows, it remains,
A song of eternity, woven in the night.

Through the corridors of time, it dances free,
A thread of memories, both old and new,
In every syllable, a story yet to be,
A tapestry of dreams, painted in hues.

Beneath the starlit sky, a gentle breeze carries,
The essence of names, whispered by the trees,
In the rustling leaves, their secrets they bury,
Yet in the heart, their presence never flees.

So let us cherish the names we hold dear,
For in them lies a world, vibrant and true,
A reflection of love, in every tear,
A beacon of light, forever to pursue.