In the quiet corners of the world,
Where shadows dance with light,
A name is whispered by the breeze,
Carrying stories through the night.

Each syllable a gentle wave,
On the ocean of the past,
Echoes of forgotten tales,
In memories that last.

A name that holds the morning sun,
And cradles the moon’s soft glow,
With every whisper, every breath,
Its magic starts to show.

In the tapestry of time and space,
Woven with dreams untold,
A name becomes a melody,
In a world of wonders bold.