In life's embroidery, woven with strings,
An excursion unfurls, where time tracks.
Minutes like murmurs, brief and quick,
Every heartbeat a part, a story to outlive.

Dawn paints trust on the material of day,
Nightfall murmurs insider facts as stars track down their direction.
Through cheerful crescendos and preliminaries we face,
Life's orchestra plays at its own deliberate speed.

In the nursery of dreams,...