In the cradle of existence, a soul is born,
A spark of light, a new day's dawn.
Innocence wrapped in flesh and bone,
A journey of growth, into the unknown.

Born to breathe, to feel, to dream,
Life's tapestry woven with each sunbeam.
A symphony of moments, a dance of time,
In the rhythm of life, a soul to climb.

From the first cry to the whispered sigh,
Born to love, to laugh, to try.
In every heartbeat, a story told,
Of being born great, a tale unfold.