Odes to the Unsung

In whispers, we walk
Through valleys of unsung dreams,
Where footprints disappear.

Lost not to time or tide,
But to the vast silence
Of stories untold.

Here lie the architects of everyday,
The hearts that bleed unseen,
The bearers of burdens untold.

In their silence, a symphony,
Rising and falling,
With the grace of unsung waves.

To them, we owe
The hidden beauty of existence,
The strength found in quiet nights.

Let us sing the odes,
To the unsung souls,
Whose echoes shape our world.