Whispers Of Dawn

In the quiet bloom of dawn,

new whispers stretch across the sky,

the sun, a gentle artist,

paints soft hues on yesterday’s shadows.

Leaves rustle underfoot,

each step a reminder,

of seasons that spin and sway,

like dancers in a fleeting waltz.

Time flows like a river—

sometimes quick, sometimes still,

carrying memories,

each ripple, a heartbeat of change.

Laughter fades, replaced by calm,

as the world turns on,

finding beauty in every crack,

every scar, a story of survival.

Children chase dreams,

like butterflies in summer,

while the old reminisce,

soft smiles tracing lines of time.

We breathe in the air,

thick with promise,

knowing that tomorrow,

another page will turn,

and we, too, will find ourselves anew.

Soft whispers of the past

linger in twilight’s embrace,

echoing the voices of those

who have walked before us,

their hopes entwined with our own.

The moon, a silent witness,

watches over our shifting hearts,

holding secrets in its glow,

as we navigate this tender journey.

Side by side, through storms and sun,

we learn to sway, to bend,

finding strength in our fragility,

love wrapped in warmth and understanding.

So let’s embrace this dance,

with open hearts,

for in every moment’s passing,

there’s a magic waiting,

a chance to love, to live,

amidst the whispers of change.

And as we look to the horizon,

where shadows meet the light,

let’s carry forth our dreams,

like lanterns in the night,

illuminating the path ahead,

where the future gently calls us home.