In the gentle folds of morning light,
Where dreams dissolve and hopes ignite,
Life paints its canvas, vast and wide,
With colors borrowed from the tide.
Each moment whispers, soft and true,
A symphony of old and new,
We dance along its winding lane,
Embracing joy, embracing pain.
Beneath the stars, a silent guide,
We seek the truths that hide inside,
In every breath, a story spun,
A journey shared beneath the sun.
So let us cherish every thread,
In this tapestry, where we are led,
For life is fleeting, bold, and bright,
A fleeting dance in endless night.