In the gentle hum of morning light,
A world awakens, fresh, anew,
Whispers of dreams take silent flight,
In endless skies of hopeful blue.

Paths untraveled call our name,
With every step, a story unfolds,
Life’s tapestry, a vibrant flame,
Weaving tales of old and bold.

Through storms and sunlit days we tread,
In laughter, tears, and silent grace,
Each moment lived, a thread is spread,
In the grand design, we find our place.

As dusk descends and shadows play,
We pause to breathe, to see, to know,
That life, in all its vast array,
Is but a dance in ebb and flow.