In the quiet hum of morning light,
Where shadows dance and dreams take flight,
We ponder paths both old and new,
Seeking truths with each dawn’s hue.
The river of time, it flows so fast,
Carving stories from the past,
Every choice a ripple made,
In life’s grand, unfolding parade.
Beneath the stars, questions bloom,
In the silence of the moonlit room,
What is purpose, where is peace,
In the dance that never seems to cease?
Yet in each breath, a moment bright,
A chance to find the guiding light,
For in the heart of life’s great sea,
Lies the essence of what will be.