Melodies of the Morrows

Mist in the morning, whispers of light,
Each dawn, a melody, soft and bright.
Lifting the shadows, the day anew,
Over the valleys, in the fresh dew.

Delight in the moments, both small and grand,
In every footprint pressed in the sand.Echoes of laughter, under the sun,
Softly remind us we're many, yet one.

Through the vast skies, to the deepest seas,
Hopes like the leaves rustle in the trees.
Echoing promises, yet to unfold,
Moments of silver, and moments of gold.

Onward we journey, through time's great expanse,
Ripples on water, like a dance.
Rising each morning, with dreams anew,
Odes to the morrows, and vistas in view.

Weaving through life's intricate maze,
Songs of the future, set ablaze.
Seeing the beauty, in the world so wide,
Hope in our hearts, forever our guide.