In the silence of the night, it calls,
A name whispered by the stars,
Echoing through the endless halls,
A melody that heals and scars.

Carved in the winds that gently sway,
A timeless dance of letters spun,
Stories woven in the light of day,
A journey that has just begun.

Through the forests deep and wide,
It lingers in the rustling leaves,
A gentle guide, a subtle tide,
In every heart that believes.

And when the dawn begins to rise,
Casting hues of gold and flame,
Reflections in the morning skies,
The whispers of the eternal name.