In whispers soft, where shadows play,
The movement stirs within the clay,
As rising sun, with golden grace,
Unfolds the dreams of every place.
Through valleys deep, and mountains high,
An ascent bold, beneath the sky,
Where echoes sing of ancient lore,
And hearts awake to seek once more.
In glades where light and twilight dance,
The breath of night gives way to chance.
With every step, a story penned,
As time itself, weaves and bends.
The majesty in every beam,
A tapestry of light and dream,
That calls us forth, with gentle hand,
To wander wide, this sacred land.
For in the dawn, the world anew,
With every color, every hue,
Proclaims the beauty, the endless fight,
To find our place within the light.
So let us rise, with spirits free,
And soar as one, to destiny.
The movement guides us, ever strong,
In whispered hopes, where we belong.
As shadows yield to vibrant day,
In majesty, we shall not sway,
For each ascent holds promise bright,
In unity, we chase the light.
And when the evening claims its throne,
We'll cherish all we've overgrown,
For in the dawn, together shone,
We find our way, never alone.
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