The Unfolding Scroll

 

We are the dust that dances

in the sun's first ray,
the ancient whisper
of a long-forgotten day.

Born of stardust,
dreaming on a fragile sphere,
each heart a universe
holding hope and fear.

We build our cities,
towering to the blue,
weave tapestries of knowledge,
ever new.

We chart the stars,
and dive the ocean's deep,
while silent rivers of emotion
softly sleep

beneath the surface,
till a storm begins to brew.

We chase the shadows,
wrestle with the night,
and sometimes stumble,
losing hold of light.

The scars we carry,
etched upon the soul,
tell tales of lessons,
making us more whole.

For every sorrow,
there’s a dawn that breaks anew—
a gentle promise,
whispered, strong and true.

We seek connection,
hand in outstretched hand,
a bridge of understanding
across every land.

Though voices differ,
and the paths diverge,
a common longing
in our spirits does emerge:

To be seen,
to be heard,
to truly belong,
to find our rhythm
in humanity's grand song.

Let empathy be the compass
that we hold,
a story of compassion,
bravely told.

For in each other,
echoes of ourselves we find—
a boundless mirror
for the heart and mind.

Let us walk together
under skies so wide,
with open hearts,
and nothing left to hide.

We are the dreamers,
the builders,
the ones who strive—
the fragile flicker
helping hope survive.

Let kindness be the language
that we speak,
a gentle strength
that helps the strong and meek.

For in this journey,
vast and deeply spun,
we are,
each one of us,
forever,
everyone.