Maybe one day, shadows will dance, whispering secrets in a fleeting trance.
Stars will rewrite stories in the night, painting dreams with ethereal light.
Silent rivers may speak of time, carving tales in a rhythmic rhyme.
Mountains, stoic, will share their grace, echoing wisdom in nature's embrace.
Perhaps one day, the wind will sigh, carrying hopes that never say goodbye.
In the tapestry of existence, threads align, weaving a saga, both yours and mine.
Through the mosaic of moments, we find, a profound meaning in the fabric of time.
One day, the universe will softly say, life is a poem, unfolding every day.