In the quiet corners of the heart,
Where dreams softly take their flight,
Life whispers its gentle art,
Painting shadows with morning light.

Through the echoes of laughter and tears,
Time weaves its intricate dance,
Holding close our hopes and fears,
In the tapestry of chance.

With every beat, a story unfolds,
Of love, loss, and endless strive,
In the silence, life gently holds,
The tender beauty of being alive.

So let us cherish each fragile breath,
Embrace the journey, come what may,
For in the dance of life and death,
Our hearts find their eternal way.