Harmony
In gentle whispers of the morn, where hearts entwined, peace is born.
A collection that recollects the past.
O Traveller, thou shalt visit these multifarious memoirs, which talk and
pause thee.
In gentle whispers of the morn, where hearts entwined, peace is born.
With bonds of kin, our fates align, united we stand, through storm and shine.
As rivers blend, 'neath heavens wide, in union's grace, we shall abide.
Like threads of gold in tapestry spun, together we weave, our lives as one.
O'er lofty heights where spirits soar, we find the realms of evermore.
In tempest's roar or quietude's embrace, a tranquil heart dost hold its place.
Though trials may bend, yet break us not, in steadfast strength, our hopes are wrought.
'Neath starry skies, where shadows play, a calm repose shall light the way.
In unity’s dance, our powers combine, as greater than self, we brightly shine.
With gentle hands and hearts aglow, we share in sorrows, to lighten the woe.
With selfless love, our spirits entwine, in giving freely, we truly shine.
In quietude, the soul finds peace, from worldly cares, we seek release.