In the quiet dawn, life unfolds its tale,
A prose of moments, both grand and frail.
Each breath a sentence, each step a line,
A story written by time’s unseen design.

The sun’s embrace, a chapter of warmth,
While shadows dance, adding depth and form.
Laughter echoes, a melody of joy,
Tears like raindrops, emotions to employ.

Paths diverge, choices to be made,
In this prose, our fears and hopes laid.
Love’s gentle touch, a paragraph so sweet,
Heartbreak, the twist that makes us complete.

As twilight falls, the end draws near,
Yet in every word, our essence clear.
Life’s prose, a tapestry so fine,
Woven with the threads of yours and mine.