In the whisper of the dawn's first light,

Where shadows dance with dreams of night,

Silent songs of ages past,

In memories that hold steadfast.

The river flows, a silver thread,

Through valleys green and roses red,

Mountains high and oceans wide,

In nature's arms, our hearts confide.

Stars that trace the midnight sky,

With secrets ancient, passing by,

Each twinkle tells a tale untold,

Of love and loss, of young and old.

Time, a river, flowing free,

With bends and twists in destiny,

Yet through it all, we come to see,

Everything is just as it is meant to be.