In the hush of dawnâs first light,
Memories dance like whispers soft,
A gentle tide that ebbs and flows,
In quiet corners, where dreams aloft.
The shadows play on walls of time,
With echoes of laughter, tears that gleam,
Each moment etched in silent rhyme,
A tapestry of lifeâs gentle stream.
Through golden fields of yesterday,
We wander paths of joy and sorrow,
Tracing steps in twilightâs play,
In the hope of a brighter tomorrow.
Yet in our hearts, they softly sing,
These echoes of a world once known,
In every breath, their presence clings,
A testament to how we’ve grown.