In silent moments, luck does softly tread,
A whisper in the wind, a touch unseen.
It dances with the stars above our head,
A fleeting glimpse of what might have been.

Its presence felt in sudden bursts of light,
A serendipitous twist in paths we take,
Guiding us through darkness and the night,
A gentle nudge to dreams we now awake.

With every dawn, it gifts a chance anew,
A promise wrapped in morning’s golden hue,
In shadows deep, its shimmer still breaks through,
A beacon bright for hearts both old and true.

Embrace the subtle threads that luck may weave,
In life’s vast tapestry of joy and grief,
For in its silent grace, we must believe,
A timeless dance, our spirits’ sweet relief.