In the garden where dreams are sown,
Beneath the vast and endless sky,
Luck tiptoes softly, unknown,
A fleeting glance, a gentle sigh.

With every leaf that flutters by,
Fortune’s hand we seek to trace,
In the shadows where hopes lie,
Luck paints its smile, leaving a trace.

Through the night, where stars align,
A whisper carries on the breeze,
A promise of the rare divine,
Luck’s embrace is sure to please.

Yet in the heart where love abides,
True fortune finds its sweetest song,
For luck, like time, in swift tides,
Grants us strength to carry on.