Under the vast, eternal sky, we stand,
Whispers of tomorrow, hand in hand.
Promises float on the gentle breeze,
Carrying dreams with effortless ease.
In the morning light, vows softly glow,
Bound by the hope of what we shall sow.
Unseen threads weave our destiny’s song,
In the heart’s quiet, where promises belong.
Through the storms and the silver rain,
Words unsaid, yet never in vain.
A tapestry of moments, stitched with grace,
Each promise a mirror, reflecting a face.
As stars awaken in the nightâs embrace,
We find our truth in this sacred space.
Promises, like stars, steadfast and bright,
Guide us gently through the endless night.