In the quiet corners of the world,
A name whispers through the leaves,
Carried by the gentle breeze,
Telling tales of forgotten dreams.

Like a river flowing through the night,
It carves its path through silent hills,
A melody of hope and light,
A song that time itself fulfills.

Each syllable a gentle touch,
A dance upon the softest air,
In every heart it means so much,
A timeless bond beyond compare.

So listen closely to its call,
Let it guide you through the dark,
For in the shadows, it stands tall,
A beacon, a spark, an eternal mark.